This is my favorite GIF – Jason Momoa opening a lawn chair. I’m not a big Jason Momoa fan but this thing brings me so much joy.
He’s so cool and he opens that chair so easily. It’s poetry in motion. I wish I could do that move. But I’m not coordinated at all. It would not end well.
Today was the first t-ball practice of the season. I was loading the car with my lawn chair and tried to do my Jason Momoa imitation. It did not end well. I pinched my finger.
I hate when I’m right.
I got a job at the local public library a couple of months ago.
It’s a cool job. My official title is Account Clerk I . . . I do accounts receivable, I process invoices for books and other media . . . and a bunch of other really cool stuff.
I’ve met some wonderful people. I’ve met people who irritate the crap out of me on a daily basis. I get to see the new books when they come in. I get to look at Advance Reader Copies of books that haven’t even been released to the public yet. I joined Cookbook Club . . . which feeds my love of cookbooks and my love of cooking without having to eat leftovers for an entire week.
I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time . . . and I didn’t even hesitate to type the word “happier” . . . and I didn’t feel guilty that I’m “happier” . . .
Maybe I have finally started to find my new “normal” . . .
Today is three weeks that Prince Charming has been gone.
I have good days.
I have bad days.
At this point it’s a wash – it all evens out.
I have discovered I have a wonderful support team of family and friends.
But I’ve also discovered that I’m being too hard on myself. Everyone wants me to be “ok” so I am or I try to be what they expect.
I’m afraid if I let it all out that I won’t be able to make it stop.
So I am putting one foot in front of the other. And sometimes I stumble. And I worry about am I doing it right. And. And. And.
Then the doggies come and give me kisses.
The new normal takes some getting used to.