After a rather messy and lengthy break up, I have been trying to regain confidence and take more care of myself, both physically and emotionally. So far, so good!
In the past 6 months I have been on holiday, started to work with ceramics, found some good stress relief with yoga, and got back into hiking, as I live very close to a national park.
I take great care, am sensible and never take risks, and it has been fantastic to nod in silent solidarity to other lone women out there, often a good bit older then myself. This has done me the world of good, increased my fitness, and vastly improved my mental health.
I am careful about when, where and how I hike, and am decently experienced (map reading, etc).
I only have a few close friends and family, most having lost touch over the years, so am also hoping to spread my wings further and make some new connections. Unfortunately, my two closest friends (my sister and a long term female friend) have been a bit off with me since I started gaining confidence. I don't really know why, and I shoved it away for a good while, but it is beginning to get to me a little.
There have a been a few comments concerning me being single, suggesting that I am not truly happy and that I ought to be prioritising looking for a man. Needless to say, after 20 yrs of marriage I am NOT thinking of settling down yet at all, even if I do eventually.
What really got to me this past month - I covered two large fells that had been on my bucket list - early morning, good weather, populated trails, etc. I was so, so excited to report back about how happy I felt, it is just the most wonderful feeling in the world to me!
The responses were quite flat: that I ought to never hike alone with out a man, that I could easily die or get murdered. One suggested that I should perhaps join a local painting club, or narrow it down to dog walking for money
so that I could 'get it out of my system'.
Would this bother you? It feels far more than merely protective, and along with a few other odd comments along the lines of "Why are you letting your hair grow 'straggly? it suits you much better short" and "You're almost 50 now, you need to take it easy" make me feel awkward, to the point where I feel less inclined to keep them informed about what I am up to.
The friend I mentioned above has behaved quite differently towards me since I stopped grieving/hurting, to be honest, which leaves me with a crappy feeling..