First thing this morning; before my eyes were even fully awake, I unsubbed from a widow’s group. I had been debating with myself about the decision for a few weeks (I wanted to see if things would calm down between moderator and members: it hasn’t); but it was clear to me from last night’s activity, that things were escalating. So, while my mind was saying, ‘just do it, Val: get out before you get sucked into the drama” … I opened my laptop, pulled the group up, and poked ‘leave group’.
Immense relief.
I meant it when I said a few posts ago, I am eliminating anything that sucks more life out of my days than it infuses.
Weeks ago, I bought a cartridge of ink to put in my printer, and set it in the alcove – waiting to be slipped into place.
And every day for weeks, I have walked past the alcove … glanced at the cartridge of ink: and kept right on walking.
How can something so little – and so simple, make me feel so clumsy and insecure?
Because I am not a ‘delicate flower’ …
… I am an aging tomboy. Gentleness is not my strong point. There was a pretty good chance I could jam the thing, and I can’t afford a new printer. So, I would glance at the package waiting to be opened and slipped into place, and scoot past the open doorway as quickly as possible, thinking, “Nope – not today”.
And some days, I could actually feel that little thing mocking me as I scooted past it. If the thing could laugh, mocking laughter would have echoed off the hallway walls.
I don’t know what was different about this morning, but when I glanced at it on my way down the hallway, I felt up to the challenge: I straightened my shoulders, picked the box up – tore into the box (I did mention I am a tomboy girl, right?) – looked at it a good hard minute, and said, “today, you are going in … and you better not give me any trouble about it.”
I plugged the machine in, opened the lid – removed the old cartridge/replaced the new (praying to God I wouldn’t shove it too hard) – lowered the lid, and obeyed the digital text demands.
Riding high on that tiny success, I got to thinking that Spring is coming up … and that means Sunday~Fundays 😊
Most of 2020, I went to places Bob and I used to frequent together: this year, I want to spread my wings and try new places – be a bit more adventurous. I still won’t be traveling too far from home base, but it will be exciting just the same: it will be new to me.
And I will be doing these things without making consideration’s concessions: there is no one left to consider. There is just me-myself-& I. I will be having a traveling companion at times (I was informed a few weeks ago that someone is interested in going places with me); but most of the time, there will be just me – solo lobo in the car, and at point destinations.
I’ve been filling my Daytrip Ambitions jar with addresses of fun destinations: this Art Walk in the Willapa Wildlife Refuge, looks like a fun and colorful way to enjoy a day out of the house 😉
I can’t wait to hit the road again!
The Art Trail in Willapa National Wildlife Refuge (https://www.fws.gov/nwrs/twocolumn.aspx?id=2147515142)
Every Sunday, I write down a new destination – with address to punch in the GPS – and estimated milage/arrival at said point.
Most are about an hour driving 1-way; so I’m thinking most will be a full day Daytrip 😉 I am also figuring a few over-nighter’s too, “just because I can”: and I really need to figure that out. Bob always took care of that part of our adventures; but now, all aspects of my day-tripping adventures are on moi.
I can do this 😊
“I Am Woman” … hear me roar. LOL!
Bob always hated this song … but he got a bang out of hearing me use that phrase when I needed courage (or extra ‘oomph’) to get something done: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rptW7zOPX2E)
I could be soft and loving in Bob’s embrace …
but I could also match anything life threw my way. Bob liked that combo 😉
So do I 😊
I’m getting things done in 2021.
