Yesterday I skimmed through my personal journal since Kevin died. I didn’t have time to look back through Facebook posts or Pinterest captures, but that will be coming, as I explore how I have changed, and how my focus on life has changed in the past year+. So far; I know there is more to come. One quick observation was that I wrote a LOT more often in the beginning of my grieving season than lately. And I’m so glad I did. As I’ve been thinking about “emptying my cup” (see blog last week), I realized that writing in my journal was a way of letting go of all the thoughts I had running around in that zone called the Neutral Zone when one is in the midst of a significant change like this.
He left this earth on November 23 just before midnight. I cried all of December, and lost 17# (which I have gained back, and then some). I went back to work two weeks later, on December 9, which in retrospect, I see was way too soon. I should have taken a month or two, just to sleep and let out the tears and handle the paperwork. I ran away once but came back the same day. In January, I attacked the house. I started repainted everything, took down Kevin’s dead animals and Redlin hunting prints and related items. It was January 23, two months to the day, that I noted it was the first day I hadn’t cried. It took me another few months to nearly finish the “reclaiming” of the house, with new appliances and changing out some furniture. It was July before I had help from my sister Peggy to repair the hole I put in the wall of the guest bedroom…I didn’t punch the wall, I ripped off a shelf back in December.
In February I had one three-day crying streak. That’s when I sought counseling and group support and an online life coach. (That’s me – all or nothing.) In March I held a vision board workshop in my dining room, trying to force myself to gather some clarity about the future. Called in sick to work a few times because I wasn’t sleeping and was crying A LOT. I noted that I felt like I was in free-fall. Looking back, it seems that the shock had worn off and I was beginning to feel my feelings then. It’s important to know I wasn’t alone during this time. I had company in December for the holidays, January, March, April, and May. And I went to Minnesota in April for a wedding and to Ohio in May for a siblings/birthday get-together. My mid-April I was thinking of quitting work, since a request for an adjusted work schedule was not to be. I cleaned out Kevin’s clothes and put his bike and boat for sale.
In June, people at work complained about me. I had become intolerant of the smallest indiscretions or errors, and first-class bitchy over the big issues. I tried motorcycle therapy but it was no fun and I thought about selling the bike. I started anti-depressants. The sleep deprivation had caught up to me, and I couldn’t go on crying forever. I didn’t even like my own company. Immediate relief! I slept all night long for the first time in months. I noticed I started writing “about” Kevin instead of “to” him in the journaling. I was now thinking of a leave of absence at work instead of quitting.
In July I spent some time back up in my Diva Den, painting and crafting. I created a Get-a-Life Tree of leisure activities I used to enjoy and made plans to try some of them again. 
I watched complete movies and read entire books instead of just pages. I continued the updates in the house, and Peggy fixed the hole in the wall. She came here, and I went to her house also. In August I was ready for a vacation, and rode my motorcycle again. I noted I was feeling more like me again. It was now I started thinking about writing a book on the grieving experience. But for some reason I also started worrying about money, and I thought about moving. September I met with a realtor about selling the house, but had out of state work trips to Minnesota and Seattle, and made a side trip to Los Angeles, so no time to decide.
Feeling like I was capable of making good decisions again, I gave notice at my job in October, started my blog, and at the one-year anniversary of Kevin’s passing, I began my personal sabbatical. In December I was finally able to catch up on my sleep and get comfortable being in my house, just me (and the dogs). I visited the kids for the holidays, and when I returned to Virginia, I knew I was home. I didn’t want to leave any more. I started reading a book a day, cooking for myself, and making plans for the coming year. On January 4, I wrote that I was “feeling good, optimistic, interested, and open.”
It was a long way in to the depths of my grieving, but I am clearly well on my way out now. I have the occasional sad moments still, but I can think of other things besides him and us and poor me. I still tell him about my day, and include him in my prayers, and ask him for advice. It appears I have survived the worst of it, and yes, I know I’m not totally through the weeds or out of the woods yet. I am still wandering but definitely am not lost.
inishing this post will make No. 7. One of the items was to check my access to the John Maxwell Team resources, since I haven’t been on that site in a v-e-r-y long time, and I am interested in starting up another study session of the 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership. I not only was able to sign in immediately, but I then listened to two archived calls, one by Malissa West and one by
Paul Martinelli, for nearly 2 hours of webinar time. I also did a bit of research on local professional photographers for a head shot session and responded to several emails related to the NSA Speaker Academy course I am enrolled in. I’ve spent less than a half hour on Facebook and that was only to check out the John Maxwell Group’s site.
Staying social was one of my other rules, and I haven’t broken that one. I know how important it is to be connected and feel like I belong. Funny thing about that – twice in the past two days, I have gone somewhere and ran into people I know. One was my neighbor when I went to a coffee date, and another was a fellow Toastmaster when I went to dinner last night. There’s nothing like being recognized outside of the usual context of where we know people from. It’s one thing to have a planned meeting; it’s another when getting dressed and going out results in not just a casual hello but a conversation. So it seems like another good reason to get out of pajamas – you never know when you’ll want to step out or be invited to coffee.
Perception has a way of becoming reality, and I’m grateful the words are positive. Even though I’m on a personal sabbatical now to examine my life and prepare for The Next Big Thing, I sometimes feel as if I’m trying too hard to force the issue and have some answers. You’ll note the word “patient” is not on this list!
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