It’s the funniest thing to become single at 65.
To live alone for the first time in your life.
It’s surprisingly nice.
Perhaps if you’ve had many decades of a million siblings and roommates and partners and kids, or you’ve taken care of siblings and kids and partners. it’s a relief.
It’s surprisingly nice.
Perhaps if you’ve had many decades of a million siblings and roommates and partners and kids, or you’ve taken care of siblings and kids and partners. it’s a relief.
Suddenly it’s quiet. The only messes here are yours. ( Or the dogs’ , or the two cats).
Perhaps you’re quickly getting well, after being pretty sick in bed for years. No more vampire feeding off you.
You get that you plan two things a day, out of the house.
There are so many things that don’t cost. If you have a car.
It’s mind blowing.
To be well enough to drive 2 1/2 hours to see a psychic.
To go to church because it’s a nice thing to go do.
To help cook meals for people without homes or food.
To up and steam your carpet and be able to keep your home clean. Unless you’re challenged, you have no idea how amazing that is.
To zip through the bills and it’s actually no big deal.
To sit around and paint mandalas because it’s so simple a meditative pastime, and the last 40 years, turns out, all kinds of weird was happening . So why not soak up nice ?
And instead of doing it for your kid or your partner,
you’re just doing everything for your self.
What a strange new lovely thing.
What a strange new lovely thing.
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