I think its time to start adding the laughter. The person I most often share on these pages, exists in the deepest core of my heart. It’s the part I have a difficult time showing when I see someone face to face. I mention my blog frequently because while I fear what it reveals, it’s perhaps the most necessary aspect to knowing me.
I named this blog “Partlyme,” because I’ve understood for quite some time now, that I am not whole. Each piece of me, dances in opposition of the other. This excites me actually. I think we are all like this, but most of us forget to celebrate it. Starting today, I’m living a celebration of myself.
Doing so, requires the addition of the humorous, vibrant, confused, control-obsessed, scared, exhausted, energized me.
I began this morning, like I begin all mornings…late and tired after a 6am fight with the ex. These fights sadden me more than I can adequately articulate. And I don’t understand why. But I’m beginning to find them necessary to leaving him. Every 24 hours I get the smallest snippet of what life was like with him. Angry. Defensive. Accusatory.
My new life will not be like this. Watch and see.
I’ve had a thousand experiences…and I can laugh at them all.