I realized that a lot was going on in my little world that I wanted to share, and explore in text, and have a permanent record of, and not overwhelm my Facebook feed. So I started a blog. I'd been thinking about doing this for a while, but it seemed unnecessary. I didn't feel like I had a lot to say. But things change. Huge life changes happen, and I get to thinking, and hopefully something good will come out of this whole process.
But not all my FB friends need my meandering, maundering, sometimes maudlin screeds clogging up their feeds. Those of you who are interested are welcome to take a peek occasionally, or comment if I get too involved in self-pitying. Or, ya know, whatever. Here we go.
My partner and I split up on the 14th. We'd been together about a year. We had plans. We love(ed?) each other. But that's not what this blog is-mostly-about.
I have never lived by myself. I've been married, I lived with my husband for several years. I lived with my most recent partner for almost 10 months. But I've never done this grown up shit by myself. And I am, quite frankly, terrified.
So I'm writing this. It's a log of my mysterious voyage into (dun dun dun) Adulthood.
How do we define ourselves as adults? Where is the threshold, and who gets to decide when we've passed it?
Hopefully this blog will be a record of my attempts-failed, successful, and ongoing-at convincing myself and others that I've breached the Adult Threshold. And because I have been making these attempts in concert with a partner, up until 2 weeks ago, there may be a fair amount of "wow this is different when I'm lonely/single" navel gazing.
But I promise to steer clear of as much self-indulgent emo-ness as is humanly possible.
That about wraps it up for tonight.