May I share my week of ‘rethinking ‘ ?
I have gone on and on about Fred and had so much encouragement from GN. Recently I have been able to go out into the back garden, it kicked off my love of gardening. I made plans for the garden , then thinking about it , I would still be isolated, my only regular visitor is my younger granddaughter and the Tesco deliver man ?.
I have lived in this Cul de sac for two years, don’t know anyone,. On my list for ‘want to do’ was join the poetry group and the quiz night both held in the local pub, found out I can’t park Fred anywhere so can’t go until I am brave enough to go by taxi.
So, I am parking Fred in the back garden and starting a garden at the front on the bungalow, (Fred takes up all the space at the front ). My hope is I will less anxious the more I go out the front on the dreaded front path, I will have a garden bench and neighbours passing down the road will stop for a minute to chat, if they do I will at last get to meet my neighbours. I haven’t given up on Fred, but I think meeting some neighbours will help my phobias more than riding Fred to the garage for a newspaper, that will come later. So change of plans for recovery.
My thought ‘ if you keep doing what your doing you keep getting what you get’.