I spent months agonizing over not wanting to be alone, about not wanting to take care of myself. I was an IDIOT!
I worried about the pets, the house and the yard. Entirely stupid.
Oddly enough I don’t miss any of it; not even my bed. The only time I feel anxious is when my husband is buzzing around or bemoaning the time spent apart.
Being alone reminds me of how competent I am and always have been. I don’t need a bunch of ‘stuff’ to be happy. (nice clothes being the exception,grin)
I don’t have a billion things pressing on me at once. It is a huge relief. One I didn’t expect.
There is a book by Richard Bach called, ‘Illusions’. One of the premises is if you don’t like where your life is going, quit and do something else.
This tends to run contrary to how we operate. I have found it is, in this case, exactly what I needed to do. And you know what? The world didn’t fall into wreck and ruin. So I’m not so important as I thought I was. How wonderful is that? Smile