All three of my kids are within an hour drive now.
I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.
The last five years have been both challenging and ripe with opportunities for personal growth. Living alone has allowed me to get back to me, in a big way. However, this independence has not been without collateral damage.
When I left my marriage I ripped apart the fabric of my family as well. Changing my own circumstance negatively impacted the lives of those I love, and it was not a decision made lightly. It is never easy to be the agent of change.
I think I can safely say that we have all adjusted and are in a better place now. Certainly I understand far better, well, so very much. It had gotten difficult to see through the lens over my former existence and it would not be hyperbole to say I see things clearly now.
Having my son August in house has been wonderful. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the simple act of cooking for and eating with another. And his brother has been coming by more often and it is a joy to see the two of them interacting.
I’ve also been able to spend some quality time with my daughter Jemesii—last week I dropped by her to store to gift her with a crown; this girl was born a queen. I have my scan review in Boston on Tuesday and I will be meeting Jemesii for breakfast beforehand.
I’m writing everyday, squeezing some art in and working on liquidating my vintage clothing business. Busy, busy, busy. Happy, happy, happy. Alive.