Just Write {183}

April 14, 2015

Lately there is a moment by moment practice of letting go. It is exhausting, but less exhausting than not letting go. It’s like the difference between doing some yoga and moving on, or running a marathon without ever stopping.

I feel off around here, not sure of what to write, when to write, always that feeling of coming up short. Like it’s impossible to take the time, and when I do, I just sit and stare, let go again and move on. Namaste.

I can say that the depths of pain that are the crux of divorce will do this. These depths will require a constant practice of letting go, and a desperate need to remember that no matter what it feels like, or what wrongs have been wronged, the path can be clean again, one day.

I wrote something about it all, and haven’t shared it anywhere, but what came out of me was this: What really happened, and where those choices were coming from, will never be seen by two people in the same way. Even in the most amicable of divorces, the most beautiful “conscious uncoupling”, there are perspectives so sure, and incredibly opposing, and maybe that is just more proof of the inability to be married well at all.

To figure out how to move forward while accepting the differences is much more complicated than one can imagine. I mean, you’ve been fighting to get on the same page for years and years and then suddenly it is best to not try that at all. There is no same page. There are volumes of different pages, and a great temptation to rewrite and rewrite and rewrite until it feels better. So you both rewrite and it is all wrong.

We all change the story.

Today is a new day, with the promise of seventy degrees and finally, finally, no wind. I was driving the kids to school and daycare and hope bubbled up next to my heart and knocked because of their banter and sticking up hair. There was a flash of a moment so intensely freeing that I nearly cried. And the crying would not be a new thing, because lately the tears come all the time, born of less freedom and more fear, I guess. But I tasted a bit of Future. I tasted a time of staying right in that moment and being free of all the processing and the trying to come to terms and the need to be seen, to just be seen, as a person with sorrow too, and joy, and one that is just as accepted and forgiven as the next, believe it or not.

We have all done things that got in the way of the patient path that was meant for us. It is almost always born of pain, not of an evil heart.

It will take time for me to figure out how to free myself. How to grasp the freedom that is already been mine, the gift I keep fighting off on account of wanting something I can’t have. The same page. But I can get there, I know, because it’s real and I tasted it and God has never left me to only cry. I’ve been carried before, and that has only come when I quit kicking.


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Meegs April 14, 2015 at 10:00 am

Hugs lady.
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Momo April 14, 2015 at 4:58 pm

You nailed this so hard it hurts. But, in a good way. In a way that I know we will have those freedoms and be okay in the end.
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Jennifer April 14, 2015 at 5:54 pm

Well said. The work that goes into a marriage is exhausting. The work that occurs due to a divorce is devastating to your mind, body and soul. Keep writing. Keep sharing. Keep laughing. And never be afraid to cry.

Thank you for your honesty. You are not alone. Nor will you ever be.
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Rebecca " Franticmommy" Flansburg April 14, 2015 at 6:03 pm

Oohhhhh Miss Heather, you have no idea how badly I needed to read these words. THANK YOU ((HUGS))

jana April 14, 2015 at 6:16 pm

This hit me in the feeling place. Going through this myself, further behind you in the process, i see these moments coming. They’re already coming.

“you both rewrite and it is all wrong.” << This. Thank you. xoxo
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Beth April 14, 2015 at 8:28 pm

right there with you but those glimpses of the future are so fleeting that I can’t seem to grab hold of one!

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