This came as a surprise. For the most part this is not something I experience. I have adjusted to living on my own and consider myself happy in my current lifestyle. I don’t know if it was the depression of days upon days of gloomy skies and rain, being overly tired from a month that was exceptionally busy and had me feeling overwhelmed, or the fact that I came down with a horrendous head-cold. Whatever it was, from out of the shadows loneliness attacked.
In reflecting back I think it was a huge melting pot of all those various factors. It was rainy, wet, gloomy and cold. Not my kind of weather at all. Too many days of drizzly skies compounded the fact that my lawn was getting way too long and between the rain, a trip out of town for a memorial service, and my mower being buried in a shed where it was difficult for me to access, I was frustrated with not being able to get the lawn done. Then the neighbor mowed his lawn and it made mine look just that much worse. I don’t like having bad “curb appeal,” but I had and still have a negative “curb appeal” going.
I have been attending physical therapy three times a week, buried at work, and between the two have been more tired than normal. I have crashed on the couch quite often in the evenings instead of getting things done. That added to my frustration as my “to-do” list is impossible to complete and lack of energy aggravated me further.
Suddenly I came down with a massive head cold. I couldn’t breath, my nose was runny, and I had the chills. As I lay in my bed shivering the loneliness enveloped me. For thirty-four years whenever I was sick and had the chills Ron would wrap himself around me and the combination of body heat and human touch would help me to relax and go to sleep. Now he is gone and I was alone and couldn’t sleep. That is when it hit.
Ron always handled the yard work and now it is mine to do. I’m frustrated over not having it done the way I want it. Landscaping Ron was going to tear out and re-do didn’t get done and it needs to be changed. The grass isn’t mowed and trimmed the way it should be. There are things left in the drive, yard and garage from Ron’s scrapping days that I simply want gone. It has me feeling overwhelmed, angry with myself for not being as fast and efficient at getting it done as he was. Irritated at the mess I have to deal with.
Weekends were almost always spent together. Ron and I would get up, have breakfast together and the conversation was always “What are we going to do today?” Festivals, special events, arts and craft shows, or just going somewhere to shoot pictures. Photography was a constant part of our lives. Now I lack motivation. My weekends are just me. No one to have breakfast with, plan my day with, or go places with. Just me doing whatever I want, alone. On the weekends when I do get out of the house and go somewhere I feel much better, but self-motivation is difficult.
Boy, does this sound like a major pity-party or what! The fact of it is, I am alone. I have to figure out how to juggle the yard work and get it done. I have to eat alone, plan my own weekends, get out and be active by myself. When I’m sick and have chills, that’s the way it goes. I’m alone and I have to deal with it. That is life. That is reality. Pity-Party over.
So am I lonely or was I just having a moment? Probably a combination of both. I don’t feel loneliness on a day-to-day basis. I have enjoyed adjusting to life on my own. If someone asked I would tell them I am happy with my life and it would be true. Will I continue to have moments when loneliness hits me? Most likely. Do I want to spend the rest of my life alone? Not really. I would prefer to someday find someone who has similar interests and with whom I can share my days and a home with. Until that time arrives I shall continue as I am and I shall be happy, because happy is the best way to be.