The last ten days have been, um, interesting. You so easily forget the little bits of emotion you’ve hidden away in your mind, in your home and its contents. As I took paintings off the walls of my house, I also ripped the bandaids that have been covering the wounds left from my break up, from watching my life crumble around me. I waited too long. I should have dealt with some of it sooner, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much. Every corner of that house was filled with emotion so great I could feel it buzzing around me, step by step.
Each room packed with memories, both good and bad. Filled to the brim with love, happiness, sadness and anger. Have you ever noticed the way emotions can intermingle in a space, laying dormant until you return there only to be completely overwhelmed? That has been the last ten days for me. I have laughed and cried, loved and fought in that house – I put my entire being into that house, turning into our home. New floors, painted walls, new furniture… it was financially and emotionally draining, physically challenging and worth every minute, or so it seemed. As I looked at the bare walls this week, I felt like I’d had the wind knocked out of me. All that hard work, and for what? For me to hate being there so much that I’d packed up our clothes and moved back to Moms? For me to be so afraid of the way my life turned out that I had to get out?
Hidden behind floor lamps and rich, red drapes were unspoken fears: Am I making a mistake? Should I be letting this go? Every dish, towel and blanket I packed had a memory – however big or small. The blankets we bought as a couple, the ones we received as wedding gifts. When the urge to cry became so great I could feel the tears threatening to spill over, I’d make a joke or walk away. I’m just so tired of being sad.
The truth is that right now, my life has a brighter future than it did a year ago. I have me back. I own my goals, my fears and my happiness. I always should have. It’s easy to let ourselves go in relationships, easy to settle into the domesticated ebb and flow of parenting and marriage, but it’s really hard to get it back once it’s gone. Don’t let it go. Let go of all the negativity, the sadness and anger of a lost relationship and relish in the joy and freedom of finding yourself. Reinvent yourself once, or twice or a million times, or stay the same.
Try, fall, and get back up and try again. That’s what life is about.