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This is It?

I started to apologize for this post because it is completely self-serving. Then I realized that it's MY BLOG, and I can write ALL ABOUT ME as MUCH AS I WANT.

I feel better.

Seriously, though.

With a divorce looming just ahead, I've been forced to re-consider much of my life and asking lots and lots of questions. For the last ten years, I've been part of a two-some. A couple. Like any other couple, my life was not entirely my own. I participated in interests and activities that were not always my own...happily. A decade of this creates a very comfortable setting. One that has been stripped away.

The scariest part of this whole process is trying to figure out ME. The good news is that I feel and see the real me slowly seeping out of my pores and taking hold. That's fun, like reconnecting with an old friend. At the same times, it's hard work separating yourself from the two-some and carving out what is essentially a very self-centered life for now.

What are my interests? So far, the only thing I've come up with is intelligent coversation, travel, and running. Surely, there has to be more to me than this? Trivia. Amusement parks. The beach. Language. Writing. Makeup.

That's it? I never dreamed this question would be so difficult to answer.

Comments

Christy said…
Funny. I've been asking myself many of the same things. And let me tell you, even within the context of a two-some, the answers aren't easy to come by.
Enjoy that process. Listen to music. Dream. Sit on your porch (thanks for thinking of me on mine). Paint something. Write something. Sing to yourself. Pay attention to your dreams. You never know where your answers might be.

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