On a quest to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I enjoy conversation with good friends over a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. If I could be anywhere on earth, I'd choose to be on the beach, in the moonlight, with my feet buried in sand up to my ankles.
Xeric, a word meaning dry or desert like conditions, perfectly describes my life. Almost overnight I went from an over-full chaotic life to emptiness. Empty nest, fewer friends, no career, and something I haven't experienced in very long time - boredom. Even the weather is xeric. The summer heat saps my energy and makes me want to move underground. My Irish roots, fair skin, and allergy to sun screen do not help.
It's not that I haven't filled the time with other things, activity: appointments, events, blogging :-), but the dryness remains. The absence of these people and these things can't be replaced by other people and different things.
A positive person (if you are one, you should probably stop reading this blog) would say “give it some time”, “time heals all wounds”, “into every life a little rain must fall” (except that wouldn’t work with the whole dryness theme), and other equally unhelpful platitudes (if you’re offended, remember, I warned you about reading this blog). As you may have guessed, I am not a positive person, probably because my life is so xeric.