We write about widowhood as we live it. Together we examine the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of life as a widowed person. The views expressed here are those held by each individual author. We take no credit for their brillance; we just provide them with a forum for expressing their widowed journey in words that are uniquely their own.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
1. To take a risk; dare.
2. To proceed despite risks.
After Michael was killed my equilibrium for life was off. How things and actions made by me were guaged, I can't quite say would fall under the category of "adventure", as my reasoning behind certain decisions was semi-based off the hope that maybe I'd join Michael sooner than later. Selfish? Yes. But at that point the biggest risk, the biggest adventure I could take, was trying to live...to survive. That alone was scarier than jumping out of any plane, speeding over a 100 in any car, and eating as many Ben and Jerry containers as should ever be humanly possible combined. I can say now though, that at some point I waved the white flag and decided to face the world, create new adventures, unearth all the love and goodness in my being. I decided to grasp the fact that life...my life has been the greatest adventure of all, and I want it to continue to be. Right now I'm typing this from London, in a flat with some amazing widows, adding another adventure to my life resume. AsI tell my loved ones, I want my life resume/adventures to be so good...that God himself would hire me. Hope you enjoy some of the pics taken in one of my favorite places so far: