A Diary December 29, 2021
Listening to a rerun on the radio from last winter. I had heard the program back then and can remember all the places I was in when I first heard it. It was in Long Island when I took T to Huntington Long Island for medical things. I would walk around the town. I was in a cemetery on the hill and the city park below when I last heard the radio show.
I have to understand the level of stress I’m probably experiencing right now. A couple months ago, turning 70 and setting other changes into motion at the same time with ending the relationship with T, moving from Long Island, and the pandemic that everyone else is also dealing with.
I feel very unsettled and might never be settled again until I die. I kind of like that. At least I’m not sheltered in false security that could evaporate at any second like all the securities in money, jobs, relationships.
I’m on my own now and must find a way within myself to have peaceful moments.
I started reading Strangers When We Meet by Evan Hunter again. I had been 40 in but had to put it aside when some library books came in.
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