December 23, 2022
These past six months have given me a lot of insight into
me, my life, my “circumstance”. I realize I’m not the only person in the world
to have lost someone who’d been in their lives for as long as they were. But I
am the only one who is living my life and feeling my feelings so,
bear with me please.
When my journey began as a widow, a friend gave me a journal
one day, right before we sat down for a lunch date with a couple other friends.
It is a beautiful hardback journal with a cover colored in gold and simply, but
aptly labeled “Thoughts”. I held it for a while after receiving it and stared
at it a while, too, before I actually began writing in it.
I’ve since written many things in it; quotes from other
people and lyrics from songs, doodles here and there and of course, there are
also my own words and random fleeting thoughts, too. Some of it is just word
salad, a group of words that for some may not make any sense, but for me, right
then and there when I scribbled them down, the words meant everything. They
still do.
One of the more recent topics I jotted down was on being
okay. So, here we go.
A friend of mine told me a while back that eventually, I would
be okay. That time would be the healer. That time would also be the thing that
would feel like forever and never seem to reveal the other side of the mountain.
At that point in this journey, I doubted I’d ever feel okay again.
Yet here I am. I did get to the top of a proverbial hill the
other day and saw the scenery around me and realized, I am okay. I AM
okay. More quietly? I? I am okay. And I don’t know quite yet how to feel about
that.
I didn’t stop living. This is my new chapter. I am learning
what I like, I am learning what I don’t like and sometimes I feel guilty at
this new-found realization of being okay; of being alive and seeking continued
growth. That, I’m sure, is common. But yet, I do feel at times I should quell
those thoughts of feeling good, of feeling okay.
I know, weird, but hey, this is ME after all.
Approaching the holidays quickly now, just days away, I’m
not feeling as “bad” as I thought I’d feel.
That is an odd sensation. Maybe this is the acceptance part
of the stages one goes through when life tosses a grenade their way. It’s the
Oh okay, here we are, this is the new you. You can accept it, you can
deny it, you can scrunch it up in a ball and try to throw it away, but this is
now your life.
I’ve chosen to live it and see where it takes me and yes, I
do feel okay.
I am sure that I will continue to feel the ebb and flow of
life; the ups and downs of hills as they come my way, but right now? I am okay.