A new year has begun and I am not going to jump right into the whole “This is going to be my year!” montage. I’m skeptical still, still holding my opinion until at least quarter 2. But I will say that this year I’m going to make it about me. Maybe not a new me but more like a renewed me.
My first year as a widow is behind me and I am getting through the fog of figuring out how to live. Who am I? What do I even like to do? I can’t explain the feeling of total identity crisis when you lose your spouse. I haven’t been a “me” in over 17 years. What does that even look like? Being the only one to make all the decisions. This last year has been a lot of healing and figuring those things out. You can’t just go back to who you were before. That person is gone, she died when my husband died. I don’t even remember the person I was before I met my husband. Even if I did, it’s not early 2000s and I am not a 22 year old girl anymore so we are not starting there.
So where do we start?….books.
The things that have been my constant companions for my entire life. They have been with me through thick and thin, good times and bad. Made it through several moves and thousands of miles. That in the last few years have some how been pushed to the side and deprioritized. Not anymore.
I found a Reading Tracker notebook on amazon that I am in love with! I will do a post later highlighting it. Joining the PopSugar Reading Challenge again too. I know that I will not get anywhere near the 50 books for it as that’s a crazy jump from the 11 I managed to read last year but will push for a goal of 25. And finally, getting back in to writing and posting about it all.
Excited to get back in the game again. Welcome back my old friends.
