In the interest of keeping it real with you my beloved readers, today I am struggling.
I know this too shall pass, but it doesn't make my present moment any easier.
What's helping for real is laughing with my 8 year old over all the many Strange But True facts we read together, ice cream in the sunshine after school, a real-talk Insta post, contemplating leaving Facebook, cheap sauvignon blanc, homemade pork fried rice for dinner, blue skies and warm sunshine, a walk in the park, anything green and alive, podcasts about self care and depression (I don't think I'm depressed, just still grieving, but keeping a close eye on things for sure), messages from friends, and the fact that it's 8pm and I actually made it to the end of this harrowing day.
This is simply how it goes sometimes. I know this now. And thought I've never done divorce and single motherhood before, I have a sense of how the fallout happens: over time, and in waves. and in every direction, and always unexpected.
Today it's by the skin of my teeth and one heart beat to the next.
Here I am.
Alive. Not great. But here.
Still, I am so grateful for you... and this space to share my truest of truths.