Let me sum up Day 9 in the cold city of my potential future:
Residual waves of panic from yesterday’s panic attack. Deep breaths.
Surreal reality of being here and in between homes–do I live there, or do I live here? Short of breath.
Tired of living in hotel, so went to look at an apartment. Reality sets in. Panic ensues.
Need to find employment to become a self-sufficient human being. Heart palps.
Continual compartmentalization that Mr. Ex and I have completely role reversed and he is there with our children doing everything with our children, doing it well, and I am still not sure why I am compelled to take this sabbatical from motherhood. This life change has me unable to do much more than figure out how to get on my feet so I can go back to being a good mother wherever that may be. Must keep breathing.
Mr. Ex says he’s having coffee with an old friend of ours who is:
1. A woman. 2. Divorced and single. 3. Very nice.
I was not sure how I felt about it, hence compartmentalized it. She actually called me later and told me what a nice meeting they had and I embraced it. What’s with that?
This trip started as a pseudo-vacation to take a break from the toxic afterglow of the last few years of my life. But with each day it becomes more and more like forward movement into a completely new life. I am not sure what to do during altered state of reality. So I keep propelling myself through these unchartered waters knowing I will find my way.
As I ride these waves of fear, reality and options, I realize that I can only take things one day at a time and re-claim my empowerment.
I read a quote from Oprah today that said, “Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.”
I just checked, and right at this moment I’m still breathing.