When to start….I think this whirlwind started in April-ish.
My eldest turned 13 at the end of April.
It’s been a chaotic mess. Possibilties and choices constantly were popping up, forcing me to reevaluate my direction. repeatedly.
I don’t have a brain tumor, nor a thyroid problem. My brain is very pretty, I saw pictures.
I did not go to part time at the call center and sign on to stage manage the season. Couldn’t of gotten approved for a mortgage if I changed anything. Timing. It’s a bitch.
I did not get a different position in my department. Applied and interviewed though. Helped me realize that I really like my department, and don’t really want to move to a different one.
Enough with the did nots.
I did adjust my diet to limit salt and water. Realized I really like salty foods. Really lots.
I got the house ready to sell. I worked on the half-finished projects with the man I was married to. The man who helped build this little slice of heaven. That was hard. I do not wish we hadn’t gone our separate ways, I’m much happier now. But it was still very hard to let go of this forever. Of the cherry trees, paving bricks, homemade chicken coops. The unfinished front step. (it’s finished now)
I listed my little slice of heaven. The “for sale” sign was set in the front yard.
I discovered I don’t like a spotless home. I missed the clutter and muddy footprints. The dog kisses on the windows.
I found my new place. A house that is truly all kinds of Kristin. A farmhouse about 5 minutes my current home, built in 1900. Cute. Quirky. Truly, all kinds of Kristin.
I wrote an offer for my almost perfect farmhouse. They accepted.
I accepted an offer on my little slice of heaven.
I had very honest conversations with important people. Conversations that left me hurt and bewildered until I sorted myself out. Once I sorted thru all the feelings, I realized that those conversations restored quite a bit of my self esteem. I was honest, and received honesty in return. Granted, there was alcohol involved in loosening the tongues enough to let the honesty out. Honesty is amazing. So much simpler to move forward. Not easier, but way much better. No guessing games. Again, timing. She's a bitch.
I went on a date. He paid for food and the movie. It was fun. He’s a nice guy, a bit younger than me. Fun and silly. I’ve been all kinds of honest with him.
About where he falls in the order of priorities.
About how much I’m willing to give.
About how it he’ll not spend time with my kids or family for a long while.
About how I will always be honest, bluntly so, and he’ll probably not like all the words I say.
He accepted all my words, and he insists he likes my honesty, even when he doesn’t like the words.
So what’s going on right now?
I’m packing. Sorting, purging, remembering all the memories associated with all of the things.
I’m planning. I’ve got a friend lined up to help me take the almost perfect farmhouse kitchen from 90s oak and faux granite back to homey farmhouse kitchen.
I’m settling in at work. Only took seven months. I’m realizing the department I’m is better than the others, even if I don’t like my job, it’s tolerable and it does pay the bills.
I’m learning it’s okay to care, even though I know it’s gonna end and that’ll be sad, even when it does end, and timing’s truly a bitch. Eventually, our timing will line up. Just not today.
But caring....caring is a lovely feeling, very much worthy of the hurt that follows the caring.
I’m saying goodbye. To the bits I’ll miss. The blackberry blossoms. The scent of fresh cut wild grasses. The purple grasses that are taller than I am. The old apple tree with branches that droop to the ground. To the sound of the wind through the tall grass, gently blowing ripples across the fields. Truly, amber waves of grain. To the pink sunsets and foggy grey-green sunrises.
I’m remembering it all.
Taking it all in, for the next 29 days.
Taking in as much of the peace as I can, while it’s still mine.
So there, that’s me. That’s what’s going on, been going on. And I’m sure there’s many, many posts worth of words in my head about each of these things. Some will get written, some will even be polished enough to post. And some will stay swirling about in the chaos of my memories.