Twelve years ago today, I made some vows with and to another adult human. The vows were real flippin’ easy ones, and they were the same for both of us. They were so easy, and the ceremony was so fast, that the photographer missed the kiss for the first time in his 50 year career.
You wouldn’t think they’d be that hard to remember then, right? Alas.
To be honest, I had originally planned something heartbreaking and angry for today, but after processing so much this month, I just… don’t need to. Thanks for helping me work through so much, y’all. The set up costs of blogging are much cheaper than therapy.
I woke up this morning with a giddy thought. I CAN UNPACK ALL THE THINGS. All the boxes we never unpacked when we moved here years ago, because every time I started to clean or set our home up, I was met with a wall of resentment and silence, and I was afraid of the repercussions of that anger, so I did everything I could to avoid it.
I stopped living, I stopped being me. But… now? I can unpack my stationery and pens. I can unpack my quilting supplies and embroidery supplies and all the activities I’ve loved since I was a wee bairn. I come from generations of makers and builders. I was working in my mom’s wood shop as soon as I could handle a tack hammer and had enough dexterity to unravel rope.
I don’t think I can be me and not be making something. So instead of griping today, and doing something largely symbolic, I’m unpacking. I’m taking up space. I’m going to create. I’m going to make. I’m going to rebuild, stronger, faster, better.
This is going to be glorious.
So that’s why I’m not writing, today. It’s my first ex-anniversary, and I’m celebrating by finding myself amongst the boxes and bubble-wrap. No time to write! Things to do!
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4 thoughts on “It’s my first ex-anniversary, and boy are my arms tired”
So pleased to hear how you are spending a day that for many can trip us up. I’ve begun leaning into my divorce day as one to celebrate and honor because it marks the official beginning of a brand new life. Enjoy the unpacking!
I like this very much. Thank you!
Sounds like a very good use of the day. Have fun!
Thank you! It was very satisfying, and also kind of like Christmas, in that I kept finding treasures I thought I’d lost, only better than Christmas, because I didn’t have to go shopping or spend any money. Best. Christmas. Ever.
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