It’s been bang on a month since my husband left me.
Let’s just say, I don’t want this shit situation to define me and I also don’t want it to consume me. It sucks that so much was taken away from me, but hey, life throws massive challenges at you and the best you can do is the be the best you can be.
In a sucky situation, I have discovered sooo many things about me and have actually found some positives:
I have a gorgeous community of friends who are neighbours, neighbours who are friends, old mates, new mates, a most delicious mother’s group who are also splendid caterers and a whole village that is Yarraville taking care of me and checking in. I’ve never felt such support and I’m so grateful that I have so many sweet people around me and my son.
I’m a good person. This situation is making me a better person. I have goals and they are exciting. Being a better person is one of them. Growing my son into a respectful, kind and adventurous young man is another.
I bought a new bed. I’ve never owned a new bed. It’s so heavenly and fresh and soft and sweet. I love it. I also love my little Alfie running in at morning time and giving me a big cuddle in my gorgeous bed. He gives me a reason to get out of bed every morning. He’s the best.
I have all the space I want in my own wardrobe. All. The. Space.
I have gazillion of display pillows on my new bed. And I don’t need to explain their relevance, my display techniques or the fact that I want more.
I have a raging battle going on inside my belly. It’s an angry ball. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m seeing a counsellor. It’s good to dump angry balls in the bin. Anger can be poison inside a human body. It makes you smell, it gives you crook guts and keeps you up at night. I’m determined not to become bitter and angry. Life is way too short for that. I don’t even know if I can face drinking lemon, lime and bitters this summer. I don’t want any bitter inside of me. My counsellor has wiry hair and wears a kaftan. She gave me a cuddle and she smelt like rosemary.
I am an excellent female.
Mindfulness is not just a buzz word. It’s good to be present. I’ve put down my phone. Actually, I’ve turned it off (outside of business hours).
It’s ok to be successful. It is also ok to be happy. Success and happiness are not threats, they are actions that I want my son to grow up knowing to be awesome.
I’m actually a really organised person. I’m also very good at my job. There is nothing wrong with big plans, I’m good at making them happen. My country house plan didn’t happen for a reason, that’s not to say that my next cool plan won’t become real.
I watch romcoms on the TV every night. Because I can. Sometimes I eat chocolate while doing this.
I painted my son’s toenails the other night, the same colour as mine. They look beautiful.
Alfie and I have created a map marking the places where all the lighthouses live along the coast. We’ve got adventures planned.
This is a pic of us on our last adventure together in Hobart. We looked at heaps of cranes. If I can take anything out of this crap time in my life, it’s to look forward to the adventures my son and I will have together in the future. We’ve been doing things as a duo for over three years, here’s to millions of years more.
I can do this. I am doing this.
As my mum said, don’t let his failure, fail you.
Be kind. Be adventurous. Reach for the stars. Love Ali