Another resolution for this month is to catch up and keep up with paperwork. I’ve actually been helping a couple of friends of mine organize their papers recently. My sense of accomplishment (and theirs) is immense when watching massive piles and jumped files turn into color-coded and labeled files and containers, along with bags of . . . → Read More: Buried in Paper
For years, I’ve been trying to figure out how to give myself an earlier bedtime. Now that I’m a mom, I’m trying to give my son an earlier bedtime so I can give myself one too.
How does it need to start? With waking up earlier. But I don’t like that. Not at all. I . . . → Read More: Lights Out
One of my resolutions for this year is No yelling. To help me out with that one, I lost my voice on Saturday. Still, I’ve only checked off two days of successfully not yelling at all this year: January 1st and 8th–the day after I lost my voice when everything in me was too sore . . . → Read More: No Yelling
I had great intentions for the start of the new year: making vows to myself, doing a collage for 2011 with all I wanted to manifest this year, and starting the Happiness Project with a group of friends.
Then I got a head cold, which traveled into the rest of my body and sent me . . . → Read More: Good Intentions
I do not want getting divorced to steal Christmas. At this time of year particularly, my ex-husband’s absence is visceral. I ache with it. No, that’s not accurate. It’s not actually the absence of Mike. It’s the absence of marriage, of intact family, of the illusion of what our life was like. Because the reality . . . → Read More: Oh Christmas Tree
Tomorrow, we’re supposed to be grateful. To say it more generously, we set aside the day to give thanks. I’ve been hanging out with a lot of people who are getting divorced. Just like those who have experienced a death, a move, or a loss of home, those just divorced or divorcing contend not only . . . → Read More: Thanksgiving Eve
What happens when you don’t run away from your feelings? I’ve been engaged in this experiment since February 24th, the day I agreed to a divorce.
Anytime, I’d ever experienced a devastating loss, or even major discomfort, I managed to escape it: with alcohol or other substances, with cigarettes, or sex, or working too much. . . . → Read More: Not Escaping
I spent the weekend thinking about death and fighting the urge to leave the present moment. It is easy to think I should fall in love, launch a business, or do something else big and significant right now. But that’s the trap, isn’t it?
I’m not talking about putting things off as if we have . . . → Read More: Reminder of Mortality
I just found out tonight that a woman from my divorce class died in a car accident. I liked her. I am sad she is gone.
The thing that feels most tragic to me is that she was about to start her big new life. The happy one. Outside of her horrible marriage. She was . . . → Read More: Seek the Light
The thing about grief is that wasted or sober, no matter how many stages people label or what coping strategies anyone offers, it is painful.
I spent this afternoon with an old friend. The last time he and I were close I was grieving the loss of who I thought was my soul mate. Actually, . . . → Read More: Who (Is) Me?