Friday, August 31, 2012
I've been good at moving forward. It's easy really - there is no choice. The divorce will be final in less then two weeks. September 11th to be exact.
The mountain that was selling our house, the last obstacle and final severance of our material ties, is now in the rearview mirror. The roller coaster is parked on the platform and it's time to get off the ride.
Hence the sigh of relief. Hence the heavy heart.
I'll be moving this weekend. Into my own house. Into my own space. It will be, as the saying goes, the first day of the rest of my life.
I set some goals back in January about how this year would be the year of growth. I reviewed the list and still feel they are true to my heart. I'll keep that post handy as a reminder and a tool to focus. I am eager to start a new routine - a much healthier routine. I am eager to see what this next chapter will hold for me. But it would be a lie if I were not to say I'm scared as hell.
Posted by Cathy Reaves at Friday, August 31, 2012