I
was drying my hair in the pre-dawn hours, getting ready to go to work,
thinking about how much I miss writing, but how, when I sit down to
actually put words out there, I just can't. Somehow, that got tangled up
with the thought of writing a blog about getting divorced in late mid-life. What would I call it? Shit Happens was the first response. No, I
can't name it something that nasty. Okay, how about Shift Happens. God
knows there's been enough of that over the last year. I've shifted
my point of view to being what I thought was happily married, to being
divorced, to being single. I've shifted
clothes and possessions from my house to my parent's house. I've shifted some of my friends, my job, and am trying to shift my
profession. That's a hell of a lot of shifting.
Tonight,
I looked through some pictures from the distant past and some from the
more recent past. Most of them hurt. I'm still a little bewildered
by what's happened. Being single again at age 54 feels overwhelming. All the rules seem to have changed now, and I'm at a
loss about how to wade through this shark tank. However, I have
friends, I have family, I have a job at the moment and the moment
is all we're guaranteed anyway. I'm coping.
