My birthday was earlier this week and I am here to say there is hope. For the first time since Adam’s death I felt lighthearted and happy on my birthday. I wore a favorite dress to work. Had two nights out to dinner, one with familiy and one with friends.
This year has brought so much transition, so much change. I got my first real job in 20-some years. I am selling our family home and moving to a townhouse that I really like in a beautiful community. The most important thing about that, to me, is that the community maintains the outside of everything! I’m so sick of fighting with my yard. Sadly we lost our oldest cat, Zoe, last week, but she had lived a long and good life, and at 17 was ready to go.
While Adam was sick I learned to live day by day, and sometimes, moment by moment. We never knew what might happen so we just quit expecting particular outcomes and didn’t make any but the most necessary plans. Pop culture is calling this lifestyle “mindfulness,” or “living in the moment.” It has brought a mental freedom that I never expected.
Because I’m living in the moment these days, I get less stressed about the enormity of moving, or the fact that I have so much to learn to do my job well. Figuritively, I just put my head down and bulldoze my way forward, one task at a time.
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Thoughts and blessings to all of you who are still struggling through early grief. It is paralyzing at worst and exhausting at best. Love yourself and be mindful, and put your head down when you have to move forward.