When I was about 32, I came back from travelling, was with a man who wasn't right for me, got back into my old career cycle of office work, and was still stuck going round and round with my abusive family.
Then I went to Cuba by myself and got wasted and got my journal out and realised I was letting life pass me by and it felt SO GOOD to be out, thinking thoughts like that.
When I got back, I jacked in my job and got a new one in a different industry, at the bottom on half the salary. I then had an almighty row with my family and told them there was no future between us. 6 months later I left my partner and moved out.
At first I thought 'I'm free!!!!' and ran in circles. Then I cried and was scared. Then I gathered myself together and thought, 'well my life has been razed to the ground now, and what a wasteland it is! What do I want to grow?'
I started doing more of what I wanted to do, I worried less about what others were doing. Heart seemed to come back into my life. I was proud of who I was becoming. I went out by myself a lot to things I wanted to go to and came back late at night. I got a tattoo!
For me there was definitely life after loss, but the difference is that it was mindful life. I too am sorry to hear about your Mum. With your daughter, it is just entering a different phase that's all.
Id have a good think about what you might like and take it from there. xx