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I am fearless...... I think!

I may or may not be all or some of those things, but one thing I've never been is alone! I mean truly alone! 

 I have always had a parent, a child, a husband, a job, a business. When Husband has been away on holiday (because of our business, we sometimes had to take separate holidays) I have had 'things' to keep me occupied, people and a business to escape too on those occasions we were separated. But now we are retired, much has changed and it's all still quite new.

 So, it was with huge trepidation that when the possibility of Husband going on a working visit to our friends Charity in Sierra Leone came, I gave 100% support and secretly fretted (greatly) at how would I manage with none of the above to 'occupy' me or him around. The day came and I waved him off with great big smiles and then a real meltdown in the car afterwards at what on earth I was going to do with myself. What if 'this' happened, what if 'that' happened, what if, what if, what if!!!! 

 Guess what??? None of the what if's happened. I settled into a gentle routine of dog walking, going to the beach, losing myself into books long promised to read. The 'shed' was finally sorted and tidied, I slept in easily with 2 dogs on the bed unable to believe their luck! Lunches and coffee's with girlfriends were savoured more than normal. I ventured over the border into Cornwall and didn't even need a passport! 😉 I may well have checked I'd locked the door a few times before my brain accepted it, but I didn't burn the house down, nor where there marauding monsters waiting in every shadow! 

 Husband came back enriched and excited from his new experiences, and guess what - so was I! 

 What have I learnt? I'm stronger than I think I am and I quite liked my own company! But it's nice to have him home again!  

 So onwards and upwards to new adventures together and then I'm taking my bravery and fearlessness into my hands and travelling to Canada on my own in September to see The Fall - something I've always yearned to see from a small child. Loads to look forward to before that though, and retirement??? I'm actually really enjoying it now - being time rich suits me muchly! 

 Till my next ramblings, 
Liz x

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