I’m getting up the energy to pack my bags for Italy. We leave tomorrow and I haven’t packed a thing. This trip, while exciting to think about, has left me with a ton of resistance.
I can hear the calls now- “are you crazy?! It’s Italy, go, enjoy, eat lots of pasta, enjoy the wine, drink in the views and stop complaining!”
But the fact is, this trip is a stark reminder that I am divorced. Which, as someone who values family most important, makes it really hard.
Disclaimer: This is a different kind of motivation Monday. It's not bright and sparkly, but it's truthful and it's real. And it's where we are. And sometimes being honest is the best place to start. Because from here we can be sure of where we stand and take our first step to a better place, where it is bright and sparkly and all that we want. “He pushed me down again and I thought my wrist had been broken, but I’m okay. I really want to leave but he may be right, I haven’t w
My first recollection of my body trying to tell me something I refused to hear otherwise cut my vacation in Los Cabos short.
The white beaches, beautiful ocean and tasty margaritas were great. But I knew the vacation signified a last ditch effort to save my marriage.
I had been avoiding what I really felt for a while. It was inconvenient to listen to the aches of my heart and my body. I didn't want a divorce. So I tried everything to avoid the truth my heart was trying to