I didn’t make coffee at home this morning. On purpose.
I’m a little worried.
I’m not having as much fun poking at “-” lately. Sometimes it’s just a chore.
There’s obviously some kind of shift or transformation going on, which is a bummer, because I’m a reforming fearful person.
I wish the world would just stand still for a hot minute and let me take a breath.
In the shower this morning I was trying to come up with the positives of my life situation. A couple of these are:
- Largely ignored by “-” while she was growing up, my daughter and her father have gotten to know each other better through this. She LOVES this! I hate him, but she can’t. He’ll always be her father.
- I really have faced fears and looked at some of my marriage behaviors under a microscope without flinching. I had no choice. It was pretty messy sometimes, but I did the work. I know there’s more to come, but I feel really proud about what I’ve gotten through so far.
- I can see what it looks like to be divorced on the horizon and it doesn’t look that bad. I can do it. I think I’ll be happier.