Widow’s weeds

These last few years have been a series of trials and tribulations interspersed with pockets of joy. ¬†After giving my all in a relationship with a talented yet emotionally distant man, my heart was broken earlier this year. Unrequited love. I grieved. Six months later, and stronger, I was ready to face the world again. Something changed in me–I walked into my closet and didn’t recognize my things–a wardrobe of clothing and shoes mainly black but also various shades of grey and white. Recognizing I’m no longer that woman, I donated everything to Goodwill. My closet is now filled with a few high quality, tastfully colorful ensembles, that lift my spirit, setting the tenor for the new adventures that lay ahead.