There are certain things I don't do by myself. I don't go out alone at night to movies or plays or concerts or ball games. Olden days, I had my buddy to do these things with. Now, if a friend isn't available, I don't go. I can travel alone, go to workshops alone, but unless an entertainment venue is right down the street, I am in my hotel or RV before dark. In my mind, I'm thinking "Better to be safe, than sorry." After all, no one's watching my back.
Any of you widows relate? Certainly other single women living alone travel at night to entertainment venues. No one checks up on them to make sure they arrived back home safely. I could use a dose of their bravery. I simply don't have confidence to head out for an evening's entertainment on my own.
Life is so fragile; I feel so fragile. What am I to do? Maybe I should do what I do when I go up on my roof to clean out the gutters. I call someone first and ask them to expect a call from me in two hours when I am through. If they don't hear from me, come looking for me. I may be on the ground.
Somehow it feels babyish for a 59 year old to ask someone to wait for my call when I return from a concert on my own. What do you think?