I apologize in advance if this entry sounds like the liner notes to an album; but I think my heart is in the right place.
Yesterday, for those who haven’t picked up on my math skills, was my 39th birthday and this is the youngest I have felt in years.
To all my fellow divorcees who feel daunted by the prospect of “getting back out there”: Be confident, be strong, give it a chance. When you are single, ANYTHING is possible. I formulated this mindset before the STBX and I even split up and the universe has spent the last 9 months convincing me of this. This may feel like the hardest time of your life – and it may very well be – but when you reach your proverbial silver lining, you will be in a much better place. I am living proof of that.
I have discovered the value and importance of doing something completely new. For the last 5 months, I have been working out on a regular basis, which I have discovered to benefit far more than the act “lifting things up putting them back down repeatedly” would suggest. It has proved to be an excellent outlet for me in moments of frustration, self-loathing and anger. I find my body to be craving better food and drink and actually being disgusted by things I used to love (see: soda). Sure, I’m still carrying around a spare tire; but aside from my 2 years of high-school swimming, I am probably in the best shape of my life.
Endless thanks go out to my family and friends. the people who would literally lie down in traffic for me. You have all put your proverbial wagons in a circle when I needed you most. I am honored, not just call you my friends, but to know that people like you exist.
And to the new friends I have made along the way: kindred spirits who have been or are going through the same things that I am. To the new friends and more-than-friends I’ve made in the past year, I promise you: I am just getting started.
You all know who you are.
It is my sincerest hope to make this blog public and provide support for those who are undergoing the “addition-through-subtraction” that is divorce. If a dork like me can not only survive but even prosper in this, the new normal, then anybody can.
I stumbled across this picture a while back. I know it’s about rebuilding run-down homes, but I’ve decided to adopt it for rebuilding run-down spirits.