Still widowed

For the third New Years in a row I will be sitting alone crying. Wishing for a life that will never be. Guilty for being happy about how far I’ve come. Disgusted with the state of my life, yet proud that through all the adversity I still put one foot in front of the other.

New Years is hard because each flip of the calendar is another year I don’t have George. Another year I get to march to this ongoing metronome.

another year I sit alone shedding tears for a previous life of mine.

2016, let’s see what you have in store for me.

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About J.

Fitness professional, fitness & nutrition writer, widowed at 28. Writing about getting through grief through self-care, physical activity, and the ​constant feeling of being uncomfortable.
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