You Don't Know Me

 

 The last year has been busy, chaotic, tumultuous, lonely...a time of assessment and (hopefully) growth. Who am I? Certainly not the woman I was two years ago. Grief and loss leave indelible marks on our souls. All widows/widowers change in the shift from a couple to a single. Depending on the length of time they've been together, the changes may be deep and far-ranging.

I've been in my 'new' apartment, in my 'new' state (New York) for a year now. I've negotiated all the adjustments such a move requires...new doctors, utilities, new license/registration, even new friends. This last week I finally unpacked my pictures. I guess I'm staying.

It's hard in the beginning to settle in a new place because you still have feelings of insecurity and displacement. You're not quite sure exactly what you should be doing. There are so many decisions to make. What now?

I deliberately decided to give myself this year to move into the new 'me'. That's involved new attitudes, new choices, new habits. I've evolved into someone different. I have issues to deal with that weren't part of my life in the before. In the spring I had covid. Due to medical issues I cannot have the vaccinations so every time I venture into the outer world, I'm at risk. I'm careful. I take precautions, but life is risky. In spite of that, I try to lead a full, interesting life.

I suspect all the changes will lead to differences in my writing. And inevitably some of my readers will say, "This isn't what she wrote before." Hence the blog title. You don't know me. So, this is just a heads-up. Hopefully, we'll get to know each other in the next year. 

Blessings!