She took the Midnight Train going anywhere….. Anywhere… as is anywhere but here. Being Divorced a second time was not something I actually aspired to… heck, I was so determined to prove to the world, my (first) X, and to myself that I was a good wife the first time around….that I AM good wife material…I was so determined, that I missed it. I missed the clues, I missed the deepest lessons, I missed so many things as I jumped back on the Love Boat when I heard that board the ship horn a blowin….

And here I am again gazing over my collection of Turkish rugs I used to sweep AllTheThings under…saying to myself–I gotta get a bigger rug. There’s a whole universe of things under that rug….and now, it’s time to unpack.

The end of my first marriage was devastatingly tragic. My first husband’s affair with my friend sent me spiraling into the depths of grief I had never known. I was a pull yourself up by your boot straps kind of girl and I could barely get off the brown shag carpet planted face down on the floor (gawd I hated that carpet). Fast forward to round two–oh the grief is still there, but I have a loneliness I have never experienced before–a sense of hopelessness I have never experienced before. Instead of being dragged kicking and screaming to the anti-alter of my first marriage–of the big D–this time, I am leading the charge. I’m just done. I have somehow lost myself again and I want her back.

I hope you’ll join my journey and not judge me too harshly for all the things I have to share. We’re in this together you and me. We are not alone. We are doing the best we can and hope that Mercy covers everything else…. Mercy for those times we are not our best selves. Mercy for our impatience, our impulsiveness, our disconnection from our friends because we-just-can’t, today. Mercy for all those times we fall short. Gosh I need that.

So follow along and we’ll see what happens… Cheers!

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