When I broke my three-year streak of blogging every day, I knew days would go by without my coming here to give you an update on my life, but I never expected that months would go by. I thought I would do a quick something for Halloween. Then when that day passed, I certainly thought I would participate in Blog4Peace as I have done for the past decade, but that day, too passed unacknowledged. Then Thanksgiving . . . I have so much to be thankful for, such as relative good health (relative to my age, that is), relative happiness (relative to those days when I never thought I could feel any sort of lightheartedness again), and relative wealth (relative to those days when I feared I would end up on the street). Most of all, I'm grateful for my lovely little house and sometimes lovely yard --- my home. But Thanksgiving passed without any acknowledgement. Just because I passed on writing about my gratefulness, however, it doesn't mean that I passed on feeling it, though to be honest, I don't need a special day to be thankful --- I am thankful every single day for the blessings life has bestowed on me.
Then of course, there was Christmas. That should have been an easy day to blog since I always post the same thing on Christmas, a graphic wishing you all the great things the season has to offer as well as a list of how to say "Merry Christmas" in dozens of different languages, but no. Didn't happen. I don't even have the excuse of being too busy because I spent the day alone, though my dear neighbor brought me Christmas lunch.
Well, here we are on a new holiday --- the first of the new year. I just finished going through last year's calendar to transfer recurring events to the new calendar, and discovered that except for a few birthdays I want to remember, there are no recurring events. Apparently, I am starting this year from scratch. Not as much scratch as I did after Jeff died, of course, because now I have a home, friends, and a goal --- to create a lovely mini park in my yard.
I've been phased out of my job helping care for an older woman. She's okay, just doesn't need me right now. And I've phased myself out of the last group I belonged to. At the beginning, I enjoyed the meetings and the events we hosted because we were a small congenial group of friends, but the group has grown and there are . . . undercurrents . . . for lack of a better word. I haven't enjoyed the group for a long time, but I stayed because I worried that with nothing social to do, I'd become a total hermit. Come spring, of course, when I'm outside, being social is not a problem. I have neighbors to visit with over the fence and across the street, and I've even made friends with a couple of passers-by. But winter? When I'm inside so much? Luckily, it hasn't been a problem so far. I manage to get together with friends occasionally, and when my knees cooperate, I even go out walking a bit.
All this to say that so far, my calendar is empty. Not that I (or you!) need to worry --- this is first day of that calendar. There might not be recurring events for now, but that leaves a lot of room for more spontaneous get-togethers.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do with all my free time, but mostly I let the days fill themselves. Books, movies, games, texts, calls, an occasional invitation, perhaps even blogging if I get back in the habit. It sounds trivial, doesn't it? I never wanted to steep myself in inconsequential matters; I always strived for a meaningful life. For now, though, having life is meaning enough.
Wishing you a happy new year and a calendar filled with hope, love, health, and all the good things life has to offer.
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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. "Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read." –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.
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