Yesterday was my birthday.
I am 47.
I don’t like birthday much. There is some unwritten expectation that the day will be special, which I don’t really like, and then disappointment when it’s not.
If life hadn’t changed I would have flown to Calgary to meet craig and gone to see Three Days Grace for a whirlwind weekend away.
But, instead, I went to yoga. I felt sorry for myself. I was lonely. My bruised heart hurt.
And then an old friend arrived with ice cream and cake and pizza and love. She brought understanding and prayers.
By the time she left I was back to centre. I am ok. Things are totally screwed up and stressful, but I am ok and my 2 awesome kids are ok.
I am getting used to living alone with the kids. I’m sleeping in the middle of the bed and eating what I like.
I’m am hopefully for another year. Whatever it brings.
Stillness and peace,