So a few things happened. With zero fanfare and surprisingly few tears, I just passed the year milestone of my divorce. At this time last year, I was on a plane headed to Houston. And this week, instead of trekking back to Texas, I had headshots taken for the flap of the book last year’s trip netted me. The book is still due to be out in January. My super photographer friend snapped a few pictures of Abby while we were at her place. This is my favorite:
Also, I had a birthday Sunday. I cannot stress how little I cared and how old I felt. The weight of the world on my shoulders, and I’m just a tired old turtle. That’s just how I feel. Carpool, school, kids, study, homework, kids, bedtime stories, homework, lather, rinse, repeat. People are kind to me- and there were cards and well-wishes and family and friends who showed their love. There are glimmering moments of joy sprinkled through those days, like bits of glitter on your skin from yesterday’s craft project- but it’s a whole lot of hard too. Then, I look at that picture, put my head down, give thanks, and carry on.