I did a “game” on FaceBook today and it told me I will live until I am 109. No thanks … Right now I’d be quite happy to die as soon as I have everything organized in my life. I have a list of things that need to be done, I need to document everything financial that I deal with, I need to organize my work so that my clients will be taken care of when I finally die and I need to make sure my children (who are adults now) are able to take care of themselves. My stepdaughters are fine, both are married with children and are financially secure. My daughter is married (no children) and is quite independent from me. My son is just starting out in his career, working in a restaurant on the line. He makes next to nothing right now but I’m sure with hard work and perseverance he will achieve his dream of being a restaurant manager.
Most likely I should downsize and move out of my house. Right now my son and his girlfriend are living with me but he can’t afford to live here on his own. This will probably take me a year to achieve because I need to renovate the house and empty it. At the rate that I’m moving it will take me years just to finish that project.
I want to be happy again. I don’t want to wake up crying every day. I want John to know that he was right and that I can handle everything that needs to be done. It is difficult because while he was dying he decided I needed to continue the tax practice but I should have told him no. That put incredible strain and stress on me and I don’t believe he could foresee that. He always told me I was the smartest person he knew and he believed I could handle it. Well I did handle it but the stress almost killed me. I need to make changes going forward.
I have a friend that is also a widow and we have been doing things together. We have been going out at least once a week but I am an introvert and she needs to contact me instead of me contacting her. We are making travel plans (going to Bermuda in September, Mexico in October and Florida in November). Her husband passed away over two years ago from complications from MS. She is quite happy to spend time with me in Florida too. Florida seems to be my happy place. I think about being there all the time. As I mentioned before my daughter is quite unhappy with me that I sold the condo there. She looks at it as a place of memories but to me, it was my future with John. We worked hard to get the condo ready for our retirement which was supposed to start in 2016. But he died before we were able to see our dream come true. No one loved that place more than I did but every moment I spent there was like a knife in my heart. I didn’t think I could survive if I stayed there. But I love the area and I will go back. I’ll most likely buy another condo and make it mine. I can go to “our” favourite places and remember John and smile but try and move forward and get through my life. If I can’t move forward then I might as well liquidate everything and die. What is the use of living?
I really do want to be happy. I want to smile where it actually touches my insides instead of my outside. I want to wake up feeling happy to be alive instead of getting up every day thinking of what I have lost. I have been trying different meditations and they are helping and so are my kittens. They obviously love their mama cat because they are with me so much of my day. They curl up and sleep beside me while I work. My boy cat (Obi-Wan) loves to watch me type and he stares at the screen of the computer.
I am trying … we will see how this journey goes.