Finally finished and set free from secrets, lies, but thankfully NOT videotape. The judge stamped his seal, called himself the King of All and pronounced me divorced. And there was much rejoicing, smiling, and a multitude of elated emotions that have scarcely crossed my mind in seven months.
Freedom...I feel like William Wallace...blue face paint included.
Life seems to be moving forward and for once I feel as though I have some measure of control. I've begun the moving process...preparing for the relocation to Corpus Christi, beginning with returning to the home of my parents...peace, love, golf, and good food. Amen. Being in their company is healing. I've not slept so good in years... The only catch is their choice to live miles and miles away from civilization...helpful in times of unleaded fuel inflation.
My family in Corpus Christi keeps in almost constant contact, wooing me back into their presence. How they are missed...
I still wonder what it will be like to leave my youth group...all their smiling faces, loving hearts, giving spirits. They are a source of joy and amazement. I hope that no matter where our paths take us, we will always remain in contact.
And I met someone...he's the perfect balance of ease, laughter, and integrity. He has restored the broken fragments of my heart simply by being my friend and giving me time. Every day he shows me that I am capable of moving forward and into a life far more extraordinary, spontaneous, and filled to the brim with love and glorious expectation. When I leave Fort Worth, I may just have to take him with me.
All aboard the happy train...
No comments:
Post a Comment