This week was always going to be weird. It is a year exactly from reading the letter that changed the course of my sails forever.
Divorce is never an easy decision. It should not be an easy decision, but there comes a point in time where it just becomes the best decision for both people.
On January 31st last year, I read aloud a letter that I wrote two weeks before that ended the longest relationship of my life asking the therapist to help us navigate a guided divorce. The therapist asked if I would prefer to try a guided separation. I answered that a guided divorce was the only option for us.
Bless him for sharing tools to help both of let go with dignity of a life that no longer held our future. The firsts after a loss are always hard; losing my Dad at 25 taught me this and ultimately helped me navigate how to feel the pain of the loss over the last year while also looking for the small blessings every day.
Coupled with this anniversary was the super moon and eclipse, which I learned over the last few years would inevitably affect me as apparently my body and mind are tied deeply to the lunar cycle.
On Wednesday, I went solo to see Flo Rida. Seemed fitting that Welcome to My House was the last song that he played.
In the two weeks between my Dad’s birthday and the end of the month, there were a lot of people drawing my attention whereas this week I ended up flying solo for most of the week.
The blessing in that is that perfect strangers became pivotal in my blessing seeking. Dancing with ladies at the Bird’s Nest was epically cool.
Sharing the birthday of a dear friend at my first Dave & Busters experience, equally cool.
Walking around the People’s Open enjoying a lemonade (lemonade out of lemons and all that) solo and enjoying the sun bath asking someone to take my photo.
Five years after graduating from yoga teacher training, I taught yoga for the first time in a yoga studio unscripted.
This solo life is mine all mine.