My second week as an empty nester.

I do get sad sometimes. It really comes in waves. For example, when I was flying home from a business trip it really hit me hard that once I get home the house will be empty. No hugs and kisses waiting for me at the door.

But I’m also trying to look at the bright side of things.

One; now there is no real reason for me to hurry home.

And I’m not only talking about getting home from work (I do try to hurry home just to get out of the office).

I don’t even have to hurry home from my walk on the beach. I can take a nice, relaxing walk, enjoy the murmur of the waves, feel the breeze on my face, sit and watch the sun set….

I smile. I feel good. And it’s OK. I have every right to.

Just because I’m an empty nester doesn’t mean that I have to be sad and suffer constantly from being alone. I can actually enjoy this.

I was reading one empty nester newby’s Facebook posts. She seems to fly down to LA to see her son almost every two weeks.

Aren’t we supposed to get a life? A life of our own? Haven’t we spent the last 18-20 years hurrying home just to be with them and care for them? I swear, that was the best chapter of my life so far. I love(d) being with them and spending time with them….

But it’s also nice to finally start living for myself.

And believe me, it doesn’t minimize my love and devotion to my kids if I finally start enjoying my life.

Tip of the Day (or week or month; depending how often I come up with a tip): Watch the Sun Set and Breathe……