It’s hard for me to believe that I’ve been single for five years. In some ways, it seems like just yesterday that I moved out of my marital home, and in others, I can’t even remember what my old, married life was like.

So what’s it like after five years single? It’s taken me that much time to come to the realization that my life is my own. I don’t have to make decisions with anyone else in mind now. It’s my turn. I’m sure I could have figured that out about four years ago, but I’m a slow learner. I’ve been trying to get a grip on where I want to go and what I want to do for my remaining years, but, until a few short months ago, I hadn’t allowed myself to think solo. That changed during the pandemic.

Forced to spend a lot of time alone, really alone, changed how I’m viewing things moving forward. I can’t travel to spend time with my children. I can’t hang my happiness on our time together, because it may be awhile before that luxury returns.

And, and this is a big one, I may be single for the rest of my life. I was so used to being part of a couple that I honestly didn’t think of myself as single until recently. I am more settled in that fact now. Thank you pandemic. If that’s the case, what will make me happy? How will I find happiness? And, where?

The next five years are going to bring the biggest changes to my life, even bigger than the past five. I’m certain of that. I have not been this excited about my life for some time. There are no concrete options on the horizon, but I can feel it like never before. Hope you will stick with me on this voyage.