Apr 14, 2016 — - A runner sliding into second has to make "a bona fide attempt" not just to slide into the base, but also to "remain on the base."
Life is like sliding into second. You have to make decisions and live with the results. But whatever you choose, sometimes you always feel like you are sliding your way through. Hitting the good points and hating the rough patches.
My past seven years have been that way. I lost my husband in November 2015. Nothing was ever the same. There were times, I would have those deep middle of the night melt downs. I sometimes shed quiet tears and sometimes my body was racked with pain and I thought I would never be the same again.
Without my family, I couldn't have made it. The grandkids kept me sane and happy. My kids were always checking on me without making it look like they were checking on. I changed jobs, made new friends, took new adventures.
Somebody said something to me recently about me being happy all the time and did I not miss him. Well, yes of course I miss him. We were married for 34 years. But I had two choices. Sink into depression and mourn for him the rest of my life or pick up the pieces and create a new path for myself.
I chose to take a new path. It's not been easy, but it's been worth it. I will forever miss him and will always have my memories tucked away. But now I have a new life. It's not better. It's not worse. It's just different. I don't have to answer to anyone. I make my own decisions. I do my own thing. I still go full speed ahead. I don't always stop at first for fear of moving ahead. I slide on into second and see where I can go from there.
