the fight is on

The Second Year…The Fight is On!

moving on 3Year Two. Just as I hit the road running, I crashed. Head on. I didn’t see it coming. But it hit me like a ton of bricks. Smack in the face. Wham! Not even sure what provoked it. Out of left field. But the tears. Trickle, trickle, stre-a-m, DOWNPOUR! STOP! I’m not supposed to feel this way. This is year two! I’m past this! What the heck. But here we were. The fight was on.

I decided to give in. Let it go. Free myself of sadness. Despair. Longing. It was my only choice. I wouldn’t let it get the best of me.  moving on 2

  1. Slow down. Maybe I’m trying to move too fast. Don’t try to rush the process.
  2. Don’t overthink. Overthinking never ends well.
  3. Stop trying to be superwoman. I can’t be all, do all, for all. Draining. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally.
  4. Face the feelings. Don’t stuff. Eventually, it comes to the surface. Let the tears flow.
  5. Laugh. Have fun. It’s really okay.
  6. Realize it’s okay not to be okay. Sometimes I just have those days.
  7. Stop being so hard on myself. I am my biggest critic. Give myself credit for how far I’ve come.
  8. Make friends with time. It’s not always my friend. It softens the pain, but it also makes me realize what I’m missing. It goes too fast. I don’t want it to slip through my fingers. I want it to stop. Slow down. But it just keeps going. Without me.
  9. Make friends with me. I have to be my best friend. I’m the one who’s here.
  10. Get rid of the guilt. It’s just weighing me down. I can’t change the past. I can only begin again.
  11. Realize every day is a new beginning. It’s my choice how I use it!

Okay, year two…bring it on!

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Mikki Eveloff

I am certainly no princess, but I did marry my Prince Charming. We had the once upon a time and the “almost” happily ever after until August 30th, 2014 when my Prince Gregger died tragically on the beach in Maui. I believe in fairytales. I believe in fate. I believe that “everything happens for a reason.” We planned a lifetime together…75 years to be exact. Someone or something changed our plans and gave us a new “ever after.” So here I am. I am still a wife, but now they call me a widow. I am a mom and grandma…three children, two in-laws, and two grandchildren. Life has changed and it’s time to move forward. It doesn’t stop, it keeps on going, so I do too. It’s my choice. Be happy, be grateful. It’s the only choice. I have a treasure trove of memories to’s how I keep the happily ever after alive. A True Love Fairytale is 40 years of memories…it’s the essence of our happily ever after. It’s the imperfections of our perfect marriage. And it’s what makes today beautiful.

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