I remember when I was first alone after a 29 year relationship ended. I asked myself, “How is this different than before?” Included with this question was am I okay now and will I be okay in the future?
THE FUTURE, WOW, what was that going to look like? I sought counselling and was given a book to read that gave directions for outlining a plan of action, a way to get me started. I thought about where I would like to be in 6 months, 1 year and 5 years.
Between the tears and the focusing over several days I compiled a plan to move forward with my life, I should say a sort of plan. I had written down what I did not want in my life and a list of what I did want. This was not my bucket list, it was a loose way of saying I made the effort to put some thought into what life might be.
I must say, I felt better for making an effort…a pat on the back, good work Barb. Ya, right; who was I fooling? If it was that easy everyone would feel better in a short time after a loss. After feeling sad, lonely and afraid to delve into the topic of what do I want to make of myself now; I finally “DID” the plan.
Making a decision was the hardest for me and many people will tell you it still is the hardest thing for me to do. See, I admit it, does that mean half of the problem was solved? Maybe, but I still had to step into the choices I made, knowing there was no right or wrong choice.
One choice led to a “job” and then another job which eventually led to college and to university which was not in my initial plan. Life gradually moved me forward over a bumpy road that got smoother over time.
Having choices and making decisions to move forward brought with it joy, friendships and experiences I would not have had if I didn’t take that first step forward.
I am grateful for the inner strength I found and the numerous supportive people I met along the way. I couldn’t have done it without you.
All my best
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