Can You Find Me?

Hello Y’all . . .

It’s been awhile!

Unfortunately the desire to continue my writing hobby came to a screeching halt one third way thru the November writing challenge.

Fifty thousand words seemed like a breeze until the daily commitment of even the average word count became a chore.

I vowed not to feel bad about the incompletion of the project and keep a positive attitude. It was a learning experience for me. I dislike writing fiction. The real world is where I shall reside forever.

Can you find me in the picture?

I’m the birdie looking back rather than forward. Why? Life dealt me many harsh blows during the past three decades.  Lots of major issues to process.

Wow, did I learn lessons about human behavior. You never really knows what’s in another’s mind. It’s like everyone is a stranger in disguise.

Death, divorce and deceit – a triple ‘D’ deal to process. It seemed as though I was walking thru a personal hell in order to get to the other side.

Although I started my blog for therapeutic reasons, I rarely discuss personal details. Why? Few would truly care and others love to plain gossip and embellish another’s unfortunate circumstances.

By the grace of the Lord I managed to survive thus far. Another challenge awaits me. The last chapter of my life – surviving alone.

When you are young it’s much easier to find or replace a partner due to death or divorce. The inventory is rather sparse for a senior citizen and with each birthday the possibility seems somewhat dimmer.

Dating sites are overpopulated with men who misrepresent themselves in numerous ways. They write or say what women wish to hear then like snakes turn on the decent ones.

I lived it. I’d rather keep my dignity and dine with my female acquaintances or family members than pay for my meals via offering up a ‘yes’ answer to a man’s request for that three-letter word ~ sex.

Today’s world certainly has become quite difficult for the genuine woman. Entering into a new normal relationship appears non-existent unless the Lord blesses me with a miracle.

Dare I refer to existence and new attitude as a ‘farce’? I think I shall do that in a quick acrostic poem.

F riendly smile
lways wondering
acing against time day ‘n night
ontinually maintaining semblance normalcy
mbracing new tech state of affairs wholeheartedly

© 2019 June Quintin