mother’s day

I miss my mom – and also wish I was one….

Not a fan of Mother’s Day right now.

the brave little me

Going through a divorce is like riding an emotional roller coaster, and most of the time, it’s not a very fun one (It’s like riding Top Gun at Kings Island – decrepit and falling apart). But this week, I rode the metaphorical Beast. I felt very brave this week. Maybe it was the fact that my puppy was born. Or the fact that I have a new car. Or the fact that I went shopping and found some clothes and I look great in. I put together all of my IKEA furniture by myself and decorated my own apartment. I finished my Practicum and am starting my Masters internship. This week I just felt hopeful about my life,  like I had a lot of things going for me. And I’m going to be okay.

For the last year I’ve often felt like things are happening to me and that I’ve been at the mercy of the decisions of others. This is partly true, but the truth is also that I did have a choice in this decision to divorce. I want a family and children – I’ve always known that I want that, and I still do. I deserve better than what I had. And so I’m starting over with the hope that I’ll be able to have those things someday. My friend Nikole recently told me that she thinks I’m making a really brave decision. This week I agreed with her.