New Year...New Start

2017...Hard to believe...Where did the time go?  Two weeks into the new year and I'm still wondering what will happen. What I need to get a handle on is for me to stop wondering what will happen and finally put on my big girl pants and make something happen. 

I had a hip replacement in July and six months later it still hurt in several places. Dr. was very sweet but I think he thought some of it was in my head. I had been trying to get an appointment for several months and the anxiety and fear that something was wrong, that I would die alone overwhelmed me. After our appointment and looking at the Xray that showed a perfect hip joint, I felt the pain leave me like sand draining out of an hour glass. Tho there was still an issue he felt needed addressing, the majority of the pain has left me. I have to admit to myself that I have to be around my family and friends in a closer setting than I am up here. I also had my hours at the store reduced to 1 day a week in the winter. Don't know how I'm going to make it, but I have a direction. Start getting this place ready for showings. At the same time to really knuckle down and get some home sales under my belt.

The month following my hip replacement, my youngest son was up here to stay. Tho he was up late and slept most of the day or was at the beach or out with his girlfriend, he was here when I needed him. I slept better than I had in months knowing someone else was in the  house. In the summer when I have overnight guests, it's the same thing. I don't want a roommate, a spouse, but I do want to live where friends are closer than 20 miles and I can walk out the door and see folks, walk to the library, to the grocery, to the show. This is what I need, the city may be dirty and have it's faults, but to be held captive alone in paradise is a poor trade.

Had a few dates in the past few weeks. They are getting so boring. Same "get to know each other" conversation. Divorced men are better than widowers tho. Men who have lost their wives usually still live in the home they did when she was alive.  The dishes, the lace curtains, the doilies, etc. all part of the tomb that he lives in. Do I really want to stay over and have sex in her old bed? Think not.

So to change myself, I would also like to change the title of this blog. Rather than A Woman's Journey Through Divorce, a snappy subtitle is needed. Plus I'm not starting over at 60 any longer, I'm 68 (YIKES!!!)  Any suggestions?