Tomorrow, I will be free from some of what makes my womanhood full of suck. No more faulty coil, no more treacherous thyroid. My hormonal hell has been costly and most of all, horrible. What killed off the dinosaurs was not an asteroid – it was hormonal woman!
Recently, I was asked what I do and I actually don’t make anything. I’m a computing front-end user through and through, but I want to get in with the nitty-gritty. I have been dying for a Raspberry Pi.
Last night, I was in a total funk. I am so homesick for England and generally down in the dumps about it. My good friend Arthur offered to turn up the A/C and feed me bland food. In times like these, you know who your friends are! While I adore El Paso, I’m feeling mourning England so.
Some have said six months is plenty of time to move on. I could never have conceived it to be true. A good friend of mine reassured me this heartache too would pass, but I couldn’t imagine it could ever dissipate. Life generally kicked me in the teeth, or so it felt. But it’s over now and while I have not come out of this unscathed, I know now I’m going to be okay.
Last week, I had a great plan. I was going to be fine and dandy, with a place of my own. I may have found work. I finally decided on moving on and accepting a date. Life was finally moving forward and the bad and the ugly were falling behind. Some of the positives remain intact just now, but I’m a little bit afraid of what comes next.
I’ve messed up today royally. I’ve had one good thing going for me and bam! I’m grateful I have one of my besties nearby to smack me with a dose of “get it together” and the back of her hand.
As said by the Elton John, of course.
So it begins – the acceptance. My marriage is over and while it’s impossible to shed all feelings, I have finally reached the final step in the grieving process. What a relief!
I had a book, once upon a time. The book was accompanied by a memory stick filled with samples of my work and videos. Upon the dissolution of my marriage, these somehow wound up in the green bin back home and lived happily ever after in a dump somewhere in the UK. If I had been better in my work, they would have surely sprouted life and found their way back home, a la Pixar.
Yesterday, I sought rentals via the wonder that is craigslist. Just for kicks, I ventured into ads for work, as I am in the need of employment for many reasons – mainly for my own sanity. Not that I’m not cash-strapped… but I digress. In any case, my hunt for cheap rentals led to finding the ideal place to work.
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