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8/3/2020 - Indian Run Falls, Dublin, OH
Adopt the pace of nature.
Her secret is patience.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
#nature
#waterfall
#sundayfunday
#filltheworldwithbeauty
#positivity
8/1/2020
I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m actually grateful for being in the midst of this pandemic. Let me just preface the rest of my comments by saying that thankfully me, my kids, and my family have all stayed healthy.
But, this current pandemic situation...self isolation, physical distancing, all of it, has forced me to slow down. It’s forced me to take stock of my life. It’s forced me to really figure out what it is I want and what (and who) is really important to me.
Pre-pandemic Saturdays would be spent out of the house running errands or meeting friends.
During-pandemic Saturdays are spent a little closer to home for the most part. I sleep in. I tend to my flowers (haven’t grown flowers in well over 7 years!), I may pull a few weeds around the house, do a little laundry, clean out a cabinet or two. (Honestly, I’m not sure my house has ever been more put-together LOL.)
Before this all started I was looking to move downtown. I was ready to downsize. Ready for a new start. This is the house where I raised my kids, and I loved it, but now that they’re grown and all but out on their own, it was time for a change.
That’s what I was telling myself. But in reality, this was also the house where I’d gone through my divorce and there were “ghosts” of that experience at every turn. I think I spent so much time away from my house pre-pandemic in order to avoid them.
I told myself I liked to keep busy, I liked to be out with friends doing things. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely do, but in the past several months I’ve learned to love being at home too. I’ve been working from my dining room table where, from time to time, I’m visited by a pair of cardinals and the blue jay that live in the trees behind my house. I watch a squirrel who visits my deck daily scrounging for snacks. I see the neighbor’s cat who likes to sun himself on my deck.
With all of this time here, it’s become my home again and not just my house. I’m taking pleasure in growing flowers and redecorating my bedroom. I sit on my porch for hours listening to the wind rustle the leaves on the trees. At dusk I watch the lightening bugs and listen to the crickets. I’ve enjoyed inviting a few close friends here for wine or dinner or to watch a movie.
I’m enjoying my space again...and the ghosts are visiting less often than they used to. And for that I am definitely grateful.
I’ve figured out that this is where I’m supposed to be right now. Quiet, grateful, happy...
10/28/2019 Do you remember where we met? I do. We connected on Tinder. I was recently divorced and completely unsure how to go about dating. So Tinder seemed like the logical choice haha! After a series of not-so-stellar first dates I “matched” with you. I still remember those first texts like they were yesterday. You were charming (I know you hate that word!) and easy to text with. Flirty texts turned into an invitation to meet pretty quickly. Which I both loved and was nervous about, all at the same time. Then the next dilemma, where to meet. You asked me first, which was nice. And I think you were impressed when I rattled off a few local places around downtown. I remember you even commenting that you hadn’t visited a few of them, but you seemed totally up for it. We landed on the place across the street from your apartment. I of course didn’t know that at the time, but how convenient for you. If things didn’t work out you could have one drink and be out. I, on the other hand, had to make the drive from the ‘burbs, which wasn’t a big deal, but it gave me some time to get nervous on my way. I arrived a few minutes early and of course the place was packed. It was Saturday night and we didn’t have a reservation. I went in and couldn’t even find two seats at the bar. I texted, told you I was there, and you said you were “across the street and on your way.” Not 2 seconds later I saw you across the street, waiting to cross at the light. Wearing one of your favorite vests (I later learned you rarely went anywhere without wearing a vest with a pocket for your reading glasses!) You ambled across the street so confidently, arriving at the restaurant where I was waiting out front and you gave me a quick peck on the cheek to say hello. Presumptuous given that we were meeting for the first time, but I found it absolutely charming. I explained that it was packed and we may want to find somewhere else to go in the neighborhood, but instead you said “I got this” and we went inside. After talking to the bartender for a minute you gave me a quick head nod to join you. Two people in front of us were getting ready to go and we would snag their seats. This is how it always went with us. No matter where we went you’d grab two seats at the bar and strike up a conversation with the bartender. Hell, you knew most of them. Especially when we went places in your neighborhood. It was cold outside and the bar was so warm and inviting. We both ordered a drink and, since I was still so nervous I drank my glass of wine way too quickly. And got tipsy way too quickly, which I know you enjoyed. Because then I started to open up and talk more freely. Before long, instead of sitting beside each other facing the bar we were sitting facing each other, legs pretty much intertwined. As we talked and laughed and drank we got closer and closer. Eventually you had your hands on my knees and were leaning in for a kiss., which I gave up immediately. This was a first for me. Dating was a novelty at that point. But you had this way about you that just made me comfortable. I knew from the first time I met you that I didn’t have anything to be afraid of. We just had that connection. After a couple of hours, that seemed like 30 minutes, we decided it was time to go. The way you were looking at me I know you wanted me to go home with you. But I still had some of my wits about me, and hadn’t slept with anyone since my divorce. That night was not going to be THE night that I broke that particular streak. I know you were disappointed, and you kept asking if I was “sure.” Yes, I was sure. So we stood on the busy street corner and made out like teenagers, not caring who was walking past us. You walked me to my car, we kissed some more (man, you were a good kisser!), and then it was time for me to head home. Before I left you leaned down, I rolled my window down, and you asked me to text when I got home so that you knew I got there safely. Nice…really nice. Could not have been a better first date! RIP Andy…I’m so sorry I didn’t have the opportunity to say goodbye…
It's completely normal to feel vulnerable when dating after divorce. Protecting your boundaries from the start will help you avoid regrets d
This. This is a great reminder for me and a list I intend to keep handy as I go through 2019.
12/9/18
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Enough said...
11/30/2018
I’m having one of those nights where I really wish I had someone to go on a romantic stroll through the Christmas lights with...
11/3/18
There are words that really resonate with me. This morning a friend said to me that “compassion is power in this world” and I think she’s absolutely right.
I truly try to live my life by looking for the positive. I lived with so much negativity for so long that I think it colored my world view.
Now I feel the fog lifting and my true self coming back. Someone who smiles, often. Someone who cares, always. Someone who loves, quickly.
Compassion...it’s a beautiful thing.
10/25/18
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10/3/18
Its the strangest thing. Ever since my daughter left for college I’ve had trouble sleeping. At first I thought it was the empty house but now that I’m more than a month into it I’ve determined it’s something else.
I honestly walk around every corner of my house half expecting my ex to jump out at me. Or I expect to roll over in bed and have him standing next to the bed wanting to hurt me.
Ok, I’m going to say it...I open my bedroom door and half expect to see him hanging, having killed himself. This is the image that’s in my head and it scares the life out of me.
Why do I feel this way? It’s been 4 years since the divorce, 5 years since we separated. He remarried a few years ago and says he’s happy.
Is this guilt for having been the one to end my marriage? I’m sitting here with tears streaming down my face as I write this. I have no idea how to get past this.
Up until tonight he’s had the entry code for our garage and we’ve never had a lock on our door to the garage. That’s always bothered me that he could theoretically come into the house whenever he wanted. He never has...but he could.
Tonight that changed. Tonight I came home and my dad had been here today. He put a shiny new knob on the door to my garage. One that has a lock. So tonight when I went upstairs to bed I locked that door for the first time in 20 years.
Now he will never have access to my house again. And I’m really hoping I will be able to get past this feeling and start to relax in my own home.
9/24/2018
Tomorrow would have been my 25th wedding anniversary.
So I’m going to celebrate...
Because my house is a house of peace now...
Because for the first time in 25 years my life is my own...
I call the shots...
I make the decisions...
I do what I want to do, when I want to do it.
I chose me...and that’s reason enough to celebrate!
9/4/18
I got a great piece of advice from a friend today after sharing about my butterfly dream.
“Put into the world what you want clearly and in detail! This doesn’t sound bad to me, but it sounds like if you are clearly putting what you truly want out there you could get what sounds like what you want, but really isn’t. Does that make any sense? Just be very detailed and put exactly what you want into the world.”
So here’s my attempt at doing that...clearly and in detail.
1. I want to be healthy. Physically healthy and mentally healthy.
2. I want to have friends. I don’t need to have tons, just a couple of good friends who will call and invite me to do things the way I call and invite others.
3. I want to meet a man who is kind, respectful, funny, positive, self confident and self sufficient who really cares for me. Someone who is ok taking things slowly to let the friendship and relationship develop. Someone who wants to take care of me as much as I want to take care of him.
4. I want to sell my house and move downtown. Not tomorrow, but I’m a couple of years.
There you go...now it’s out there...clearly and in detail. Come on world...show me whatcha got!
I had a really vivid dream last night about trying to hold (and protect) yellow and blue butterflies for someone. Ultimately I couldn't hold them and I lost them. This morning I looked up the symbolism of yellow & blue butterflies...
Yellow butterflies are not easy omens as they predict sudden life change. Sailors spotting a yellow butterfly – or for other traditions any butterfly at all – prior embarking, was a sign that this will be their last journey. However, yellow butterflies are not omens of Death but a sign to wake up, because a New Life is awaiting for us! We need to conjure all our mental clarity as we are going to face a challenge which required our alertness and creativity.
Blue butterflies - These enchanting butterflies are believed to grant wishes and make dreams come true. However, there’s a catch. One should not give up. Difficulties might be presented and cause may seem lost. However, if you insist, things will change rapidly. Do not despair. Also, a Blue Butterfly will grant you protection over evil magic and malicious spirits. Time to break free and spread your wings.
Yep, this fits!
9/3/18
This absolutely represents where I am today. I’ve made peace a priority in my life. It didn’t happen overnight, but it’s definitely where I’ve found myself.
When my kids were younger I lived by the “pick your battles” adage. Brush your teeth...important. Clean up your room...not important (not every day at least!) Now I’m learning that the same idea applies to being on my own. I don’t have to be perfect at everything right now...right away. But I need to take care of the important things and the rest will happen when it happens.
Good reminder for me today!
Wow, September already!
9/2/18
I honestly can’t believe that it’s September already. It’s been just a week since I moved my girl to college. My son is older and left on his own a couple of weeks before that. I’m officially an empty-nester.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s strange.
I was so proud of myself that I didn’t shed a tear when we left my daughter. She was ready for us to go and I was ready to let her go. But I’m not sure the full gravity of her leaving has hit me yet.
Last weekend I almost completely took the weekend off from everyone and everything. I spent Friday laying on the couch watching movies because, well, I could! I had taken the day off work and no one needed me to do anything. The rest of the weekend I spent doing little things around the house and we celebrated my mom’s birthday so I got a little family time. But, it’s a strange feeling to go to bed at night and realize that no one else is coming home. Or to get up in the morning and realize that no one needs me to make dinner or just generally be around.
I had inadvertently filled my week with stuff this past week. I had said yes to every offer (“The kids are gone...sure!”) and stepped up to help a friend in need a couple of evenings. By Thursday I just wanted to be home after work, I was beat!
So this weekend I scheduled nothing. My family all has stuff going on and no one is worried about me so I found myself with a 3-day weekend and a blank calendar.
So get this....I planned something for tonight. A local arts group that I volunteer for had an outdoor performance. I called around to try and dig up someone to go with, but to no avail. I knew I’d know people when I got there so I decided to go on my own and figured I’d attach myself to some people I knew and sit with them.
Long story short...that didn’t happen. I talked to some people before the show started and connected with a couple during intermission, but during the show I sat alone.
And you know what? I had fun! I spoke to some people sitting around me, I sang along with the crowd, I enjoyed the show!
And afterwards I hopped in my car and came home. I’m getting used to the empty house. I’ll get used to doing things alone too.
So new goal to add to the others...plan a solo outing once a week. I can’t get comfortable with something if I never do it ;-)
August 1, 2018
I can’t believe it’s August 1st already. Seriously...
In just 3 weeks my youngest leaves for college. Which leaves me as an empty-nester. I feel like a runner in that last stretch of a marathon. OK, I’ve never actually run a marathon to know what that feels like, but I imagine this is what it feels like.
20 years married. 5 years divorced. 2 kids who are now 18 and 20 (almost).
And my house will be empty except for me.
And my schedule will be my own.
I don’t have to think about cooking dinner. I don’t have to trip over someone else’s shoes when I walk in the door. I don’t have to do someone else’s laundry. I will have to bring the mail in by myself and take the trash out myself, though there will be a lot less trash! When I clean the house it will stay clean unless I mess it up.
But, I won’t have one of the kids there to tell me all of their stories from the day. My daughter won’t be there to climb in bed with me and refuse to leave because she hasn’t seen me all day and she has more to tell me. I won’t have school meetings I have to go to, or events to chaperone.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little melancholy that this part is over. I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to my next chapter just a little bit. The raising kids part, the day-to-day part at least, is ending.
I have a lot of big ideas. Some are out of necessity (decluttering the house) and some are dreams (finally have time to really put myself first without feeling guilty), but all of my big ideas are achievable now.
The big question is...what will I do first?