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When I returned from Camp WIdow West, I received 2 phone calls. One asking me to come back to my old job, and the other from the editor of the local paper. I jumped at the chance to go back to my old job. Leaving there was one of my biggest regrets in this journey of widowhood. The second call threw me for a loop. They want me to write a series of columns based on the view of a widow. I was very motivated to do this after camp. I had attended Abigail Carters workshop at camp and I was pumped.
Now I am scared to the nth degree. My blogs on here can relate to you guys, because you are widow/ers. To put it simply, you guys get it. How can I write something that the "normal" people would understand? I am pretty sure that they wont get that I have Keiths and my Dads ashes in the backseat of my truck. I am pretty sure they wont understand the shear insanity of widow brain. I am pretty sure they wont understand my somewhat scewed sense of humor.
I am not good at writing deep and meaningful thoughts, those things coming from me would sound ridiculous and insincere. Beside FredX is the master at those kinds of words and thoughts. And he is very, very good at it. I know it is supposed to be from my point of view, as whacked as that is, but I am scared. I have not been scared like this in a really long time.
Its a good thing that they have set no deadline for me because right now I have writers block.