Honestly it’s hard for me to not write about my daily life happenings. But so goes the necessities of keeping divorce dealings under wrap. It’s not so much mine now since my divorce papers were signed last week, but I am with someone who has a way to go. So I can’t write about the glorious time we had with my children over the weekend, the great conversations I have had with people close to him, the drive to keep moving forward in our love, our lives, and blending our families. I can’t write about the difficulties of not being able to see your children on a daily basis, dealing with the emotional wrath of ex’s, and being caught up in soap opera drama on one side while living in joy on the other.
I can’t write about how my fairy tale thoughts have been one way to reach out to a troubled ex-spouse who needs a dose of inspiration. Or how we have to figure out where to settle ourselves based on lots of constraints, while trying to keep our children stable.
I suppose I can write about our respective hometown baseball teams being giant rivals and watching them play each other on national tv. I can write about my job search and how I have had lots of good prospects in a still edgy economy. I can write about the beautiful spring weather, my budding allergies, and my daily quest to find my way around my new city digs. Perhaps there is as much beauty in that, in the simplest parts of daily existence, that turn the hours of our lives.
Life’s transitions are filled with opportunities to grow, to feel, to learn, to experience. What we discover about ourselves and about others can be astonishing. Whether we awaken, or “ah ha,” or just let change happen, we must bravely surmount every challenge offered to us, and smile, knowing that our journey is our own, worthwhile and simply what we make of it, even when we can’t talk about it. Yet.
