Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
Be Still My Traitorous Heart
A classmate walked into my office and my brain stopped functioning entirely. I'm a grown ass woman. He's just a dude. My limbic system apparently did not get the memo.
Enjoy the Silence
Some people do not know how to enjoy companionable silence, and therefore feel that every moment should be filled with noise, or in this case, talking. I never appreciated the relative silence of my commute until today.
Challenge Accepted
One month out of my marriage, surrounded by moving boxes, I fell into a decluttering rabbit hole and gave myself three days to fix everything. Classic.
Happy Divorce!
One year divorced and I'm not nearly as traumatized as I expected. Turns out getting busy living is a better strategy than crying into your pillow. Happy divorce to me.
