First of all, THANK YOU. Thank you for reading, for commenting, for emailing me, and for sharing your own stories with me. I was incredibly scared to share my story, as I mentioned about a billion times, but I am so glad that I did. Selfishly, this made me feel so much better that others were dealing with this, or had dealt with it in the past because I had
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June 19th, 2009 OK, so you’ve heard my story, and I’ve given you my advice for what I think helps make life better. But let’s say your life is awesome, but a friend is struggling. Here’s what I would have really, really wanted from a friend during my struggles. By the way, if you are/were my friend during this time, this is NOT a criticism—it’s just a wish list. No offense, mkay? Y’all June 18th, 2009 ITunes Genius playlist with Tristan Prettyman’s “Love, Love, Love” as a starting place, coffee with cinnamon, my watercolor paints, art journal and my words. A pretty fabulous morning. June 18th, 2009 There’s no science here, to what to do once things have really fallen apart (start here if you’re wondering why I’m talking about this). This guide could seem like a waste of time to you, but this is what worked for me. Try what sounds like you, and leave the rest. 1. Admit that things suck right now. I wasted so much energy trying to put on a happy face June 17th, 2009 Several years ago, my dear friend Maria had me over for dinner, where she served amazing enchiladas and this incredible Spanish rice that her grandmother used to make. She passed the recipe on to me, and I make it at least once a week and serve it with ground turkey meat and taco seasoning, since we’re all diet-y and such at our house. I use brown rice and tons of June 17th, 2009 This is my story. Part One is here and Part Two is here. So, it’s November 2006, and I’m divorced, living alone, working as a massage therapist and struggling financially, and I’m newly single from my rebound relationship with someone I really loved and cared for. Basically, life sucked. Finances were growing more and more unstable, so I took a job working part-time at Borders. Massage was slowing down dramatically, June 16th, 2009 I am reading over the comments I’ve received the past 2 days and they warm my heart. Thank you. And a huge thank to LiLu for the huge influx of traffic. Her readers clearly rock as much as she does, and I’m so glad that so many of you were able to relate to a story I’ve been so scared to share. Also, y’all should check out my updated blogroll. June 16th, 2009 This is part of a story. Part One is here. So, at 21, I was married and at 22, I was living alone for the first time in a tiny studio apartment. I loved my new place, despite the fact that it was tiny and in a rough area of downtown Sacramento. Sure, there were moments I felt alone, but it felt wonderful to have space to be alone, to June 15th, 2009 My little garden is blooming finally and I couldn’t be happier! A few photos: yellow squash with blossom… What will soon be a red pepper… First and biggest tomato! Early girl tomato—finally growing! Seriously, I wish I’d started gardening years ago. Nature is amazing and my little garden makes me beam with pride. June 15th, 2009 5 years ago this month was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. And it was magical. Lovely, really—cakes, flowers, a white dress, rings. Hope. 5 years ago, I said yes. So did he. 5 years ago, I got married. In case you haven’t been following along, I’m not married anymore. Yes, my friends, this makes me a divorcee. I’ve struggled for months with whether or not to |
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