Today should have been my 21st wedding anniversary. Instead, I'm anxiously awaiting a settlement conference date to finalize the details of our divorce. Since I'm the one who initiated the process, I can't complain, but it's still sad to think about, all too easy to dwell on.
Along with the divorce, and the unfortunate accompanying tangle of emotions, comes a concurrent break with a couple of forlorn what-ifs (cryptic enough for ya?). Supposedly, it takes 21 days to break a habit. My question regarding that oft-spouted tidbit of conventional wisdom: even if it's something that's been plaguing you for over 24 years? We'll see. My guess is, replacing the habit with a more positive outlet for the needs involved will be the only way to cure myself of this seemingly unending cycle rooted in futility and rejection.
Anyway, it's time to call up my newly single friends (surprisingly, there's a wave of us) and get out there. Along with posting some better pictures of myself on the dating websites so people don't just see my round face and assume I'm chunky. Because this should be fun, right?