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Nothing funny about being a widow surely? Unless of course you know different. #widowsofinstagram #widowlife #widowhood #widowshelpingwidows https://www.instagram.com/p/CGh0DOPgUU2/?igshid=1bpzch5k6tbj6

Ooookay people...a cover idea for the next in The Funny Thing About Being a Widow?' series about my experiences on dating sites. #WritingCommunity #WritersLife #widowlife #widowsofinstagram #widowshelpingwidows https://www.instagram.com/p/CFt2TTWA3pk/?igshid=1dy8il8nz3drc

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Reposting @hopeforwidows:⠀ ...⠀ "Day 4: TAKE A BATH⠀ ⠀ Take a bath. Get the smells, the bubbles, the candles all together. Make the water just the right temperature to prune your skin and then...just sit in it.⠀ ⠀ Play some worship music or classical music - I'll be playing some jazz - and just enjoy the time and space to think and feel and be whatever you're thinking, feeling and being in that moment.⠀ ⠀ This is a difficult one for me. Once my hands are wet, I'm not able to read (my favorite pastime) which can leave me with a lot of time to think + process. I'm gonna do it knowing it'll be good for me, but am also going into it knowing to anticipate a bit of an internal fight.⠀ ⠀ What do you add to YOUR baths to make it easier to tend to your soul?⠀ ⠀ via Hope Sister, @reginasather ⠀ #HopeForWidows #SoulTendingSeptember #SelfCareSeptember #widowshelpingwidows #selfcareseptember #selfcare #healinghappens #widow #youngwidow #soulcare #instagramchallenge #grief #griefandloss #griefjourney #widowsofinstagram" https://www.instagram.com/p/BnTs7Ubhk6HRiyMr_7bGhF-hvTqW0hZ755MtPo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bkzjis6rmkaz

Day 31: Holidays Technically the last day of this challenge, though I may add one to round it out. Dan & I were lucky to spend the 17 months together that we did. We enjoyed exactly one year of holidays together, with every major holiday by each other’s side, starting with Easter, not long after we met. We have already met one another’s parents, though this was my time to meet the majority of the rest of his, save for a few (17 out of 23 ain’t bad). We enjoyed Christmas Eve with my parents, where Dan cooked a delicious prime rib dinner (with the help of his lovely assistant, of course). Christmas this year was with his family (with the plan to switch days this year—Eve with them, day with mine). New Years yields my first ever NYE not in Orange County, and we spent a fabulous evening (despite my petty ass and his stubborn ass fighting once or twice) with the Oskins. This holiday yields the only picture I have of him kissing me. Little did we know that the New Year we so very much looked forward to sharing together would not give us the happy events we expected, but tragic ones we hoped would be years and years off. All in all, I feel (and I’m sure he would agree), our favorite holidays were the ones we spent together, loving, caring for & about, and supporting one another. I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more than that. #hopeforwidows #widowshelpingwidows #capturingwidowhood #mysoulmate #mylove

Day 29: Widow Brain. So, this is quite a phenomenon. I was getting reeeeeeeeally good when I was with Dan, at not forgetting shit. Using the 7 Ps (“proper prior preparation prevents piss poor performance”) thankfully seemed to help. Since Dan’s death, I forget things all the damn time. In the middle of sentences, I’ll completely forget what the hell I was saying. Even reading out loud is tough — I mix up words and mispronunciation simple things all the time. It’s like being consistently foggy, like being bleary eyed after a not great night of sleep, it’s bad. It’s certainly not the worst part of this widowy bullshit, but it’s quite annoying (and slightly anxiety inducing), but you figure it out. Here’s a handful of hippie crystals, I kid you not, I have been carrying around in my pockets for like, two weeks. Quartz is supposed to be good for purification, and clarifying thoughts (I picked this one up at the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh). Amethyst, for healing a broken heart. Even if it doesn’t help, placebos work, and it makes me feel a little less scattered, a little less lonely, without him. #hopeforwidows #widowshelpingwidows #capturingwidowhood