A Gift to Myself

Tonight was my last night in an 8 week Grief Therapy group.  One of the things we were asked to bring for sharing was a gift we wanted to give to ourself, perhaps in the form of a letter.  I immediately knew I wanted to write something that would be affirming.  Something that would help me forgive myself.

The timing of this request was particularly difficult coming out of a week that was one of the happiest yet one of the most traumatic I’ve experienced.  It came at a time when I do not feel good about myself.   I feel stupid and embarrassed.  Naïve and afraid.  Sad and lonely.  To write this letter, I needed to dig deep and remind myself of how special I am.  I needed to give myself grace.  This is what I shared at therapy:

Dear Julie, 

Recently you decided to start dating.  You were nervous and despite hurting your family in the process you dove in.  You picked a reputable dating service (eHarmony) and you indicated a preference for International so you would be forced to take things slow and get to know someone at a distance.  You are a really smart woman.  It’s one of the things Rick loved about you.  You are also strong and demonstrated the kind of sweet vulnerability needed in order to find love again.

When an extremely good looking man named Robert from the UK contacted you, you felt like a school girl experiencing her first love.  As you got to know Robert through long conversations, you basked in the compliments and dreamed about the promises of exciting adventures.  You could not eat or sleep.  Thoughts of Robert consumed you.  Your friends immediately noticed a glow about you.  You felt more alive and more beautiful than you had since your wedding day.  When Robert told you he was coming to Chicago for a temporary work assignment you could not believe your good fortune.

Your girlfriends encouraged you and shared in your happiness yet offered to do some background checks to keep you safe.  Your friends are smart too.

Your dear friend Amy, also a widow, made the difficult call to let you know that Robert was a fraud.  Robert was using pictures of Marco Robinson, a model, actor, and author from the UK.  As you checked Marco’s Instagram, all the pictures of Robert popped up including the ones of him at his restaurant and the selfies that you thought had been snapped just for you.

As you came crashing down from your high you regretted telling so many that you had met someone special.  You were so ashamed and wanted to hide away at home and hibernate.  

This letter is about what makes you special Julie.  It’s really important that you know this truth even if the last time you heard it was from a con man.

You are strong and resilient.  You have faced plenty of adversity in your life.  Each time you have bounced back stronger than ever.  You have modeled this for your children and they too are resilient.

You are smart.  I said it earlier but I will say it again.  Because you are smart you have established an amazing career for yourself.  Because you are smart you did not divulge to much personal information to Robert and you would not have sent money to Robert if he had asked.

You are trusting.  You always believe the very best about others.  Because you have learned a valuable lesson in not extending trust too quickly, you will be more reserved in the future knowing that there are people in this world that cannot and should not be trusted.  

You are a visionary.  You have a passion for so many things and you are able to immediately build excitement around reaching goals even if you run into roadblocks along the way.  You know what you want and you go after it.

You are beautiful and you do not need a man to shower you with compliments or gifts to be reminded of this.  Likewise, you are loved.  You are loved by your family and so many friends.  You were loved by a kind and generous man for 27 years and another kind and generous man will find you someday and love you just the same.  Meanwhile, remind yourself of this daily by reading this letter.  It’s my gift to you.

Julie

(The picture is of Marco Robinson from his Instagram page marcorobinsonnow.  I did not request permission to use it but I did contact him to advise that his photos were being used by someone posing as Robert Jonas)

All by my selfie

I am a classic introvert.  I get my energy from being alone – it gives me time to recharge my battery.  Those that work with me know that I can spend my entire day in my office.  I would rather write an email instead of making a phone call.   Others are surprised by this because I also enjoy a large social network and when I am caught up on work and household responsibilities I love a great party or outing with others.

For an introvert, living alone has it’s perks.  I eat whatever and whenever I want.  I have total control of the remote and there is no compromising on how to decorate.  I can hog the covers and I can sleep peacefully without hearing my partner’s snoring.

I’ve had the perfect weekend by my selfie.  I treated my self to an hour massage on Thursday night; On Friday I had a great  lunch date with a dear friend; I had an amazing meal and margarita at my favorite Mexican restaurant after work; and I caught up with a high school friend of Rick’s who called to check in on me.  He convinced me to give a dating service a chance and I spent the rest of my evening filling out my profile.  On Saturday I shopped for some new glasses and splurged by purchasing two pair – I couldn’t decide.  I spent the afternoon at the nail salon getting pampered and picked up my favorite Chicago pizza which I enjoyed at home with some Yuengling – Rick’s and my favorite beer.  I watched The Greatest Showman twice.  It was that good.

As I was watching the movie the first time, I was so moved by the music I started crying.  I haven’t cried in a while and the floodgates opened wide.  So wide I was soon drowning in my sorrow.  Nine months into my grief I have been keeping busy and working hard to find a new normal in my life.  I’ve been so focused on moving forward that I suppose I have pushed my grief aside.  I’ve been avoiding certain people and certain triggers.  I’ve been stressed by my renovation and yet another failed contract on the sale of my Oswego home.  I’ve been treading water in a stormy sea.  It felt good to cry and it prompted me to pull out the hundreds of condolence cards I received.  I had been meaning to do this and re-reading the notes brought me comfort as I rewatched the movie a second time with less tears.

Being a night owl, I wasn’t ready to turn in just yet.  I looked at a message I received on eHarmony from a nice looking man my age and I sent a note back.  I played some scrabble, closed my blinds, turned off all my alarms and drifted off to 11 hours of sweet slumber.

So on this dreary Sunday I am listening to the Greatest Showman soundtrack as I blog in my PJ’s and eating popcorn for lunch.  I’m continuing my conversation with my match  and I’m catching up with my kids on a three way call.  This is not the life I imagined for myself.   I am all by my selfie but I am happy.