I know my hearing isn’t great but without the ability to read lips and facial expressions my responses were a crap shoot. Someone might ask me “How are you enjoying your summer.” My answer may be “The table is on order but scheduled for a fall delivery.” I wouldn’t be surprised if someone asked the beloved husband if I was losing it. There may be pamphlets for nursing homes in his nightstand.
Not being around people all the time isn’t a bad thing. In fact I like it. Now I have to wean myself to the noise, chaos and people’s stupid opinions.
I enjoyed not being overbooked or even moderately booked. I expected to read a lot but that didn’t happen. I bought a house, sold a house and moved instead. I don’t recommend those activities for a pandemic. There were times (like when prospective buyers came through touching stuff or the movers refused to wear masks) when I thought I was going to die. I didn’t. I’m more resilient (and lucky) than I thought.
I didn’t sink into pity parties when my routines disintegrated. Maybe I did but only for a day or two. I looked for other routines, trying new ones. Some worked and some didn’t. That’s ok.
Being by myself is not a lonely thing. I kind of like my own company. Does that make me weird?
Anything you learned that you didn’t know about yourself?