The art of living alone as a retired widow takes discipline, time, and trusting in God. I’ve always been an introvert. It’s not always a good thing. I’m sure I’ve missed out on some good times because of this. I’m not a party gal. I enjoy being around others I know well…around friends where I feel safe and loved.
I slipped into retirement without realizing it because I’d just lost my mother, who had been living with us, and because my husband became seriously ill at the time of her passing. I didn’t have time to feel as if something was missing from my life…both my mother and my job.
After my husband passed, I wasn’t sure how I would go on. I had never spent much time living alone. Eight years later, and four years into new living space has taught me many things about myself. I now can rely on my being an introvert to turn to new hobbies. I have time to spend with God and with deepening my relationship and trust in Him.
Routine is a normal part of my transition. Don’t we all at different stages of life have our routines? Creating one for this winter season of my life came easily. I’m able to use my creativity in various ways through hobbies. Instead of building spreadsheets and databases, I build colors upon pages to bring life to pictures. I place pieces of a jigsaw puzzle together and place “diamonds” on canvas to create pictures. Enjoyment comes from cutting pieces of patterned paper to create a card for a friend. All of this comes after a morning routine of cleaning, cooking, caring for my cat, showering and dressing for the day.
This routine now feels normal and comfortable. Perhaps that is why I enjoy rainy days and winter days. The times when I perfect my art of living alone as a retired widow. Lifting my cup of tea on this cloudy morning, where all is still in my window view, and wishing you a joyful day whatever your routine.