I’m learning that every day is a new day. Not every day is a good day. But every day is new in its feelings and emotions.
I’m learning that not every day is a complete wash-out. The tears come and go, sometimes when you least expect it, over the most incredible things.
I’m learning that I can drive by myself to the farm and to MC for move-in day for our youngest child. I can get busy in packing and lifting and sorting and organizing.
I’m learning that I can sleep in the bed by myself.
I’m learning that I can accept invitations to social events by myself.
I’m learning that no matter how many questions go unanswered, my faith in God is still strong – not because of me, but because He inhabits me through His Spirit giving me the strength and confidence in His word.
I’m learning that I can do things that I haven’t done in a long time. Things that I was always able to do, but that Michael always did for me – just because he wanted to. Things like putting gas in my car and getting it washed. Things like taking out the garbage and changing light bulbs.
I’m learning that my stomach doesn’t ache all the time anymore and that the headaches are starting to be less intense.
I’m learning that I’m too young and my children are too old to benefit from the social security that Michael paid into for 40+ years.
I’m learning that, in the midst of my whining and complaining, I have so very much to be thankful for.
I’m learning that feeling sorry for myself is easy to slip in to, but not a fun place to be. I’m learning that I have to fight my way out, pick up my head and find out what life has to offer.
I’m learning that there are projects and plans for things in the days to come – things that will take my time and energy; things that will occupy my time and challenge me to do things I’ve never done before.
I’m learning that I have a lot to learn.