Fog clearing, time to start over

It has been a long 3 years since my husband left. Those 3 years were spent with me in mourning for the loss of my 27-year marriage and the love I had for my spouse. For 3 years, I seemed to be paralyzed, not able to do much of anything--clean, take care of my property, or attempt socialization. The divorce was recently final (a few weeks before Christmas) and I know now there is no going back, no waking up and having this just be a bad nightmare. I am in the process of refinancing the property into my own name and starting to take my life back bit by bit--I was never much of a socializer by myself--always had my husband as my wing man. There are days I am content to just stay home and not face the world outside, however, for my son's sake and mine, I realize I must move forward. My son needs to become independent and so do I. It frightens me as I thought I had the rest of my life planned and knew what was going to happen. Not knowing what is right behind the next cornerstone of my life, is going to be scary.