I really don’t even have that many clothes, but it is nice to spread them out and not have to store some in the basement. Nine weeks lends quite a bit of perspective. I know I’m not done learning from this divorce experience, but at least I don’t cry as much and can function without thinking I’ve forgotten my phone or keys. Or a limb.
The “no-nos” I’m violating: I drink white wine from red wine glasses sometimes now. I buy coffee at places other than Starbucks. I buy soy milk, cashew butter, and have enchiladas for dinner once a week. I reconnect with friends and lovers I dropped 23 year ago for him. I take my cat for walks. I let her explore in the basement. I let her sleep on the bed. We binge watch Netflix when we can’t sleep at 3 am.
I’m not a new person. I’m the old person doing new things. It feels good, but there’s so much time to fill. I’m scared thinking about how I’ll fill it all up, but I can spread things out, don’t have to put things on hold for the marriage, and can acquire new activities. A lesson to learn from my closet.