2013 will be my year.
This, my friends, was the decision I came to while wearing my FANTASTIC onesie pyjamas with F on New Years Eve. We went to bed at 10:30pm, snuggled like two little bugs in a rug, and I promised myself that I would make the best of this year for both of us. Did I mentioned we went to bed at 10:30? Yeah. We’re wild like that.
|Yep. We’re that cool.|
Last year, for the first time in my life, I really looked inside of myself and I asked how I was feeling. I couldn’t answer that question. It was too hard. I didn’t want to admit that I was honestly living my life that way – a ghost of who I really could be, muted and pale. I’m not muted and pale. I’m obnoxiously bright, and possibly even neon. Fluorescent neon. I’m going to do that this year. I’m going to be aware of how I feel. I’m going to let the real me shine through.
When I woke up on January 1, I had only five days to get ready to start my “new life”. The life where I’m not just Ashley, the Mom. The one where I’m Ashley, the Mom, Student, Public Relations Professional, Writer and Friend. That Ashley. The one that was hiding in there all along. I went to class (sometimes…), went to work every day, came home and did it all again the next day. I packed lunches before bed, cleaned the house and walked the dog. I puttered along – set in my ways of not coming up for air. I made a serious effort to get to know someone, and a great new friendship has emerged.
And it was all fine and dandy until I slowed myself down last night.
I didn’t really have a resolution for this year, but if I accidentally made one and didn’t proclaim it… well, I broke it already.
I forgot to check in on my own feelings, and January isn’t even over yet. I forgot to ask myself if I needed a break or if I was tired. I’ve been as hard on myself as ever before, and (as per usual) it caught up with me at lightning-speed. It resulted in me sitting in my car in the parking lot sobbing. Otherwise known as the Ashley Meltdown. Oops.
February 2, 2013 will mark the one year date for my separation. We can file for divorce after that. It’s a little scary to me, and a little liberating at the same time. I need to put it all behind me, once and for all and I need to be okay with not necessarily feeling like I’m okay every minute of the day.