It’s been a while since I posted anything here and I have to apologize to you. You, my followers, know that I write from the heart, and I just didn’t have it in me. Don’t know why, really, but every time I sat down at the computer, nothing came out. I was empty.
Maybe it has to do with this stinkin’ year of 2020. I’m sure I’m not alone when I think about how hard it’s been as a single woman, alone at home, with almost no contact with friends and family during the lockdown. It made me re-assess everything from where I live to how I want to live moving forward and where I want to be (I even put my place on the market!).
All that alone time made me question how and where I see myself in ten years and whether what I’m doing now is leading me toward that goal (It is not.). So, it’s time to get on track.
On the upside, so much time alone allowed me to bring back some of the hobbies that I used to enjoy that have gone by the wayside, like playing the guitar and knitting (My daughter and I played together when she came for a visit and I am almost finished with a sweater.).
What I didn’t have was anything in my little pea-brain to write to you about. I’ve experienced a lot of inner turmoil in this devilish year, enough that I felt like a fraud trying to put lipstick on this pig. It’s just a pig of a year! But, I’m back and ready to talk to you again. Thank you for sticking with Starting Over at Sixty, and let me know how you’re experiencing 2020, especially if you have found some magic potion to. help us all get through it!
