I haven’t had the energy to write a long post yet, but for something like this, it’s easy to dash off:
Tonight while making dinner, I had a thought that a year ago would cause me to break down and cry, but tonight I could smile and even almost have a chuckle. Progress, it seems, creeps up on you when you least expect it.
Let me cut the suspension and get to the point – I decided to cook some chicken in my Instant Pot today, knowing that I could shred it and turn it into several meals, thus keeping me from having to think about dinner for at least a couple of days. While I was preparing the Pot, a humorous thought ran through my mind; “I make a good wife, too bad I don’t have a husband anymore”.
At least up to a few months ago, I would have been stopped at that thought, and fallen apart. One of the posts I plan on writing is about coping mechanisms, and mine is humor. I’ve always found a way to joke in the midst of dreadful situations, it’s a release valve. My late husband had the same coping mechanism, and I miss our little dark humor exchanges.
After setting the timer for the Instant Pot and sitting down, I realized that I let that thought come and go without stopping to cry, and realized I’m making progress. That gives me hope.