Painting it Pink
Sorry for the silence.
I’ve been overwhelmed, so the one thing that had to give was my favorite passion – writing.
In the AD world (After Divorce), the treadmill doesn’t stop – kids, work, bills, travel, holidays, parents, social commitments…. and you have to run it alone. With a few tricks, I’m learning ways to get back in the race on my own. So, each week (don’t hold me to it), I’m going to share these tricks for repainting the black picket fence pink. (That white one didn’t work out so well). I will begin with my tribe. I swear to god I don’t know how I would get through this without the support of my friends. In particular, the ones who have gone through it with me, before me, or beside me. One of my dearest described it perfectly, “Divorced friends are like Americans you meet on a trip to Europe. You find friendship with people you might not normally expect to. When you are out of your time zone or comfort zone, there is solace and safety in spending time with people who make you feel less far away from home, and less alone.”
Bingo. To that point, on this journey I have met some amazing friends. Some of them are men, some are women, some romantic, some professional, and some that I know will be lifelong friends once I get back home. To those people who listened to me, laughed with me (and at me), cried with me, drank with me, dated me, and even yelled at me – Thank you.