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I've hesitated blogging lately because my life is completely consumed with the end of the school year and my impending divorce. It seems self-centered and not terribly exciting, but it is my life. I also think that some of these new insights might help someone else. And if I've learned anything from the years of marriage counseling I've been through, the advice works in many more situations in life than just your marriage. So here goes.

I went to see a divorce counselor this week to help guide me through the next few months as I navigate these new waters. I'm impressed so far. I like a third party who isn't afraid to tell me like it is. And he did. He also gave me a few ground rules like "no boyfriends for at least six months" (I'm looking for ways around that one) and sent me home for a week to create a list of what I like. The homework assignment alone has generated some interesting conversations with friends.

Try it. What do you like? My answers have been interesting so far, but I won't bore you with them right now. I'll wait until the list is more underway.

So I guess I'm saying that for the next few months, I will be focusing on these changes and the process of carving out a new life and struggling with the things that I know will come up. Some I'm sure I'll share here; others only in a more private conversation.

All in all, I'm excited about the possibilities.
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Christy said…
I'm excited about your possibilities as well. Keep up the good work. (it sounds like your counselor is spot-on!)
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