Days have become quiet.
Nights are cool.
Air feels crisp.
Cicada skins remain.
Summer has passed.
I've been thinking about what direction I want to take my writing and sharing regarding this blog, and my personal perspectives about life I enjoy writing about. This blog began as a way for me to deal with serious issues; writing and sharing has always been my way of putting a microscope on something and dealing with it.
When I started this particular blog I had recently moved far away from family and friends, and once I moved, it was like I was going through a divorce all over again. People all of the sudden were comfortable with calling me to tell me things about others, or tell me what others "really" thought or said about me, or tell me about myself and even my own past experiences, etc. It reminded me of when I divorced my first husband: All of the sudden people felt comfortable in telling me who they saw him with, what he had really been doing, where he really was, etc. After moving away I quickly learned that people who I thought were my friends, weren't. I made new friends out of others who I originally thought weren't, etc. In addition a few of these friends happened to be family members, which added a whole other layer of complication I wasn't ready to deal with.
As I mentioned earlier, my husband and I recently moved; we moved with only a bit of savings in our pocket and no real security of a traditional job. We were starting over by every definition of the phrase. The worry of absolute zero security alone was too much for me handle. We also sued for custody of Joseph's three children as they are struggling, and then we lost that battle (but our child support obligation more than doubled). My grandfather passed away as well. I grew up just a half mile from my grandparents, and not being able to attend his funeral and be there to support my own parents and grandmother was hard. I also began to experience new health issues that have been hard to diagnose and emotionally draining. And it turned out that the people I thought I needed most weren't willing to support me. That lack of support and even lack of acknowledgement really stung, especially because I have always supported them. I have always been the strong one, the one everyone goes to for support and advice. They were all still coming to me for support and advice, which is fine, but for the first time in a long time, I was the one needing support and advice. The last three years have been nothing but learning, stretching, and enlightenment to say the least.
Through all of this my husband and I held on to each other ever so tightly, and we're finally starting to feel like we're peering out of the storm, and the relief of sunshine and light is settling in. We have become each other's confidant and partner, each other's true friend. Some who experience what we went through in such a short amount of time end up divorcing; we became each other's champion!
So now I find this space is at a crossroads. New beginnings are my bread and butter, and I'm excited to see where I take this blog. It's still a tribute to Millee (our daughter) as she is the one constant thought always playing over and over in my mind. I'm still on a journey, or participating in a study rather, of not only defining myself, but refining myself. Self reflection has become an important practice in my life and I want to continue to grow, stretch, and reform. I love the idea of shedding an old skin and growing into another. Transformation is my word for 2015 (see HERE), and so the journey continues.