Hello Readers,
The last I was writing it was around the Christmas holidays and now it's almost the end of February. Needless to say, many events have happened: the first Christmas that I had my son for only half of the day (confusing), my New Year's Day party in my small apartment (fun), my son's fourth Birthday dinner with his very modern family that included myself, his father (my ex), his grandfather (my dad), his half brother (shared dad) and his half brother's half sister (adopted). Valentine's Day came and went with a very beautiful bouquet I put together for myself (see below). Also my brother-in-law committed suicide (this I can not begin to speak about).
I tend towards thinking that my life is boring, only involving walking to and from work, cooking, eating, and putting my son to bed, but reading over my list I see before me the proof that life is epic. So many emotional events packed into a couple of months. And my list does not even include the things that have happened to and for my family and friends. Repeat, life is epic.
A new chapter in the making of Single Momista is that I have my own room! It feels very Virginia Woolf in that I have my own space again after sharing a bedroom with my son for a year (see post from last August). Creating my own bedroom has involved giving up my living room, working with a Feng Shui expert, making a mess of things, tearing out images of furniture I can not afford from magazines and watching too much "Grey's Anatomy" when I am overwhelmed with clearing out the clutter, excess and old stuff. But like my post divorce, Single Momista psyche, my home can also be an interesting, messy, and surprising work in progress. What is important is that I am making an effort to create space for myself in it, as this heralds a crucial shift towards me wanting to own my life again. Go girl!
Keep it Real for yourself,
XO
Single Momista
The last I was writing it was around the Christmas holidays and now it's almost the end of February. Needless to say, many events have happened: the first Christmas that I had my son for only half of the day (confusing), my New Year's Day party in my small apartment (fun), my son's fourth Birthday dinner with his very modern family that included myself, his father (my ex), his grandfather (my dad), his half brother (shared dad) and his half brother's half sister (adopted). Valentine's Day came and went with a very beautiful bouquet I put together for myself (see below). Also my brother-in-law committed suicide (this I can not begin to speak about).
I tend towards thinking that my life is boring, only involving walking to and from work, cooking, eating, and putting my son to bed, but reading over my list I see before me the proof that life is epic. So many emotional events packed into a couple of months. And my list does not even include the things that have happened to and for my family and friends. Repeat, life is epic.
A new chapter in the making of Single Momista is that I have my own room! It feels very Virginia Woolf in that I have my own space again after sharing a bedroom with my son for a year (see post from last August). Creating my own bedroom has involved giving up my living room, working with a Feng Shui expert, making a mess of things, tearing out images of furniture I can not afford from magazines and watching too much "Grey's Anatomy" when I am overwhelmed with clearing out the clutter, excess and old stuff. But like my post divorce, Single Momista psyche, my home can also be an interesting, messy, and surprising work in progress. What is important is that I am making an effort to create space for myself in it, as this heralds a crucial shift towards me wanting to own my life again. Go girl!
XO
Single Momista
