It's been eight months since my last trimester's life plan went devastatingly to a halt. I know I'm stuck navigating it alone. Plans DH and I had need to be scrapped or carried on by me alone. Nothing is going to change that; nothing I can do will bring me back to what life was like on January 17th. Dwelling in this blog from time to time since then was useful, if only to dump my thoughts in the post or in response to comments. I think it's run it's course now. My kids deserve their privacy. I do as well, even though I have appreciated the support and kind words.
So consider this my last post as Sam, the recent widow. I'm debating where blogging fits, if it does, going forward. I liked the concept of writing about budgeting and money management, creative cooking, exploring, travel, all things that were part of my life, and I hope still will be. Maybe I'll try and bring some version of my former blog back, albeit in this new unasked for life. It'd be nice to earn a little fun money, bring AdSense back, maybe explore Instagram and the other platforms, things to keep me busy in my many hours I'm now alone. Not right now though; this weight of grief is so heavy.
I may try and figure out a new reincarnation of Sam, Coffee, Money, and Thyme, but hiding all the past posts and starting fresh with a public face. Or maybe not. I realized it was 10 years ago that I started to blog. To all you kind people, thank you for being readers and friends.