I really miss having a partner

Keywords: Life

I am really tired of just being “alone” …I really value my alone time, but I want a partner. I have been doing everything by myself…taking my bike to places to ride it alone…. going to cultural and community “events” alone …volunteering alone… taking classes to learn new things alone… People do things with friends, family or partners – I do them alone.

https://alittlebitofeverything.life/2021/11/20/im-fine-sort-of

I have always wanted to sing in a band

Keywords: Trains of thought , introduction

you will only really get to know me through time. Perhaps you know me personally and our conversations will each time reveal a small part of my heart. Otherwise you might just get to know me through my written snapshots, posted on this blog. Either way, I hope you will get to see a true part of who I am. It is my intention to be honest, although honesty on the Internet is not always the smartest way to go. I’ll have to figure that out as I go along. My main message though, that I want you to remember, is this: we are all unmistakably human. And beautifully so.

https://unmistakablyhuman.wordpress.com/2019/06/08/give-me-five-words

I want to be invincible again

Keywords: aging , falling , hiking

I have friends who have stopped going for walks in winter, afraid of slipping on icy sidewalks. I’ve given up ice skating, and other friends have given up skiing. But how do we balance our need for exercise and getting outside with being safe? I was talking to a friend about this, and we agreed you need to find a balance: be more careful and more aware but don’t let the fear stop you from doing things you love. It’s a hard balance to find, but one that’s becoming increasingly necessary as we gingerly step into a new phase of aging.

https://agingjournal.net/2021/11/20/fear-of-falling

I want to be back where, once upon a time, the previous “me” used to be

Keywords: Stories of my life – some , coping , grief journey , joy , loss

The “me” in this photo is almost the “me” before my parents died. This “me” is the one who almost always had an inner joy. Even on the darkest day, this “me” could talk myself out of despair. The current me is “walking a narrow path through the loss………taking sips of sorrow…..” as Julia Alvarez says in her beautiful novel Afterlife.

https://what-mama-thinks.com/2021/11/20/a-place-where-i-want-to-be