It’s about the doing, not the feeling.
You’re the adult. The onus is on you.
This is a letter I wrote to my ex-husband on the day we received our divorce decree.
The reality about my husband that hit me like a punch in the gut.
You have to do the work to detach… and that means taking responsibility.
There’s a lesson in here somewhere…
Fear means, “Do it”.
All the Ways It Doesn’t Matter…and the One Way That It Does.
How I learned that a 50/50 relationship default doesn’t work for me.
Breaking up is hard to do.
Are we writers because we don’t trust our brains to hold all of the beautiful ideas that are swimming around in it? Because they feel bigger than we are…more important than we are.
So what are we going to do about it?
We are guaranteed nothing and everything we experience is a temporary gift.
A poetic narrative.
…and why I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Waning interest does not an “anti-pageantry movement” make.