I love going back and reading things I’ve written in the past. Even more so when you realize that your life is so much better than it was. I am still making mistakes, but different ones. I still have doubts and insecurities and dreams that aren’t very different from those of the last few years, but I’ve also been committed, optimistic, frequently more in control and well…that shit has paid off.
The other day I was sitting on the couch and looking around my new place…still thinking about what I could do with this or that, imagining how much nicer it will be once the walls are finished and the new fan goes up…admiring the little touches I’ve added. It hit me that I still can’t believe I finally got out of the old place. Nearly the entire 10 years I was there were spent in turmoil. I debated back and forth constantly over trying to make it my own and dumping and running away from it as fast as I could. There was fear of course. Where would I go? Would I even be able to afford to move? What if I moved and hated the new place even more? Is it fair to my kids to stay somewhere I don’t want to be or take them from a place they call home? Am I going to make a grown-up decision all on my own and have it turn out to be ok?? What if it’s not ok??
With all the work I do and all the proof that I’ve enjoyed in my life, I still get scared. Still, although it sometimes takes me a while, I do take that faithful leap into the unknown…and most often land on my feet. Right now, I’m on my feet yet still immersed in a little disbelief that I finally did it. I have my first home, bought on my own, decorated exactly the way I like it. The quote on the wall about finding time for the things that make you feel happy, to the pictures and books on the shelves, the sparkly wall and the cow picture…it’s all mine. I do not have the exact life I would have hoped for in the beginning of my new single life journey, however I am able to recognize that not only am I in a good place, it still has room to grow. I am not stymied by my situation, and I am incredibly thankful for that.
There are times I find myself avoiding any down time for fear of falling back into old pattern of bullshit mental talk. I can vividly remember too many days in the laundry room thinking about how I should have done this or that, or reliving conversations trying desperately to understand what the fuck happened or how I could have made a different ending, or preparing myself for future encounters so that I could be more in control and ready. There was too much quiet time spent beating myself up, or crying over stupid shit, or just plain being afraid of never having a life worth a shit and wondering if I had made a serious mistake. Grrrr, I hated that laundry room. I also hated the sleepless nights unable to turn my brain off wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
That doesn’t happen anymore. I have found some peace that I embrace with every molecule in my body. I am grateful for it every single day. I know too, there is nothing wrong with me…there never really was, there were just wrong choices I needed to come to terms with. Of course, there are still things to work on. I’m still growing…and that’s a good thing. There are also still challenges…I’m ok with those too. Who wants a boring old life where nothing ever happens to shake things up and get you out of our comfort zone. From the looks of it, there are a lot of people like that, it’s a shame. Challenges and setbacks are beautiful gifts we should all welcome and embrace. They are the catalysts to greater lives and there is just no way to get there without them.
The Stallion and I are growing together too. Our relationship has blossomed into something quite beautiful. Reading post after post about how it was time to let him go and how it was never going to be anything more than a casual encounter gives me a little twinge of pain in my chest. I know that if I had been more mature, more self-confident I would have walked away…but honestly I’m glad I stuck it out. He is just another reason for me to be grateful every day.
My boy has started his first job, and come to terms with the fact that his choice of college major isn’t working out for him. He’s going to take classes at a local college for a year and re-asses what he wants to do moving forward. It’s a mixed emotional rollercoaster for the both of us, but we’re both playing it pretty cool.
The girl is making a list of colleges she wants to visit and we have our first official road trip scheduled in a few weeks. We are going to take a couple of days to visit Memphis because she’s a bit of a music geek, I’m a super cool mom…and I’m going to miss the hell out of her when she goes away.
Life just doesn’t stop moving…and we along with it. So be thankful for the good and bad times, acknowledge the lessons in both and give yourself some credit. We’re all doing the best we can and it’s never wrong to give ourselves credit where credit is due. Life is beautiful….it’s OK to exhale.