I want to start over.
Find friends who don’t know my ex. That probably means moving somewhere new. He knows too many people.
I want to start over.
Know myself as myself again. Not as his ex. Or as this woman going through this divorce. Just me.
I want to start over.
Wipe the slate clean. Find some magic river that washes the funk of disillusionment off of me and my children.
I want to start over.
Can I do it all in my mind? Or must I literally move to a new place, find new friends, tell a new story, build a new foundation?
I want to start over.
Willing to work night and day. Have nothing and no one. Just for a chance to be me again.
Here I am.
I’m starting over. Tonight. Without moving, without dumping friends, without fanfare.
Im starting over. On a mission to remember myself. To discover myself. To accept the falling away of residual anguish, resentment, attachments, connections. Let them go. Be vulnerable. Be alone. Be still. Be afraid. Be alive. Be me.
