Blue Widow Chronicles

From loss to living. This is my story.


Morning Rituals

apartment in logan square, chicago.

Writing prompt: What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

When asked this question, I had to think about it for a while. My morning rituals have evolved over the years. Mostly because of the house or space I am inhabiting. I spend my first few minutes just observing the day. I look outside and check the weather, then make my way to the bathroom for the necessities. Next comes the kitchen for my morning cup of whatever. Today it is coffee, sometimes it could be tea. Next, I take care of the resident cats and dogs. I used to say it was a good day when I didn’t have to wake up and clean up piss, shit, or vomit, but those days are less frequent now.

Next I’m on to sit somewhere and check email and social media, making sure the world isn’t falling apart somewhere around me. Then I plan my day. I used to be a lot more interesting. In that mix was exercise for quite a few years. That completely fell away when my husband died. Now, my energy level just lets me get through the day.

When I worked full-time, I would turn on the news to check the traffic while getting ready for work. I never turn on the TV at all in the mornings now. When I was a realtor, I would pour over new inventory and make calls, texts, and emails to plan my week out with clients. That is no more as well.

Now I mostly write. My days are spent behind my laptop, either working on my book, writing blog articles, or just journal writing in general. I’ll spend some time going over business videos and learning more about the new publishing industry I dove into last year. I don’t eat. On a rare occasion, I drink alcohol. I’m not a very exciting person, although I’d like to think otherwise. As I get older I’m even less interesting but these days I do often strive for uneventful and on most days, that is exactly what is achieved.

Thanks for reading!– xxooC

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The Blue Widow Chronicles began after my husband, Eric, died suddenly in 2020. I became a widow overnight, and the writing became the place I went to make sense of a life that no longer made sense.

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