It’s been a very quiet weekend – one for introspection and observation of my life and how it’s changed this last year.
I’ve also had time to look at how my life is now and the direction in which it is heading.
One thing that has kept me going through all of the shit has been to remind myself that something good, maybe even something amazing, will come out of it; it just wouldn’t be fair for that to not happen.
It’s funny, when you go through a chunk of yuk like this, if it includes a breakup then what you most often hear as a comforting statement is, “There is someone amazing out there for you.”
What if that’s not what it’s all about? What if looking for a new mate isn’t at the top of the list?
Then what is it that you hope for? What is the thing that will show up and be the good that came out of the horror?
One doesn’t often say, “Wow, my life imploded, maybe I’ll get a new job,” or “I hope that when the dust settles I’ll be forced to find a new place to live.”
One doesn’t suspect that when their child gets into legal trouble that everyone will be thankful for it.
Not being on the prowl for a mate leaves others wondering. But what it also leaves is space for a bunch of the other good stuff to not only happen, but to be noticed.
It leaves room for the unexpected.
And the unexpected may be here for me.
Of course, I can’t talk about it now, but hopefully soon.