How I’d love to climb up on a real horse and not just the figurative one of my blog. And as luck would have it, here in my new home, still in the western half of the U.S. but not on the west coast, there is a park relatively nearby where one can rent and ride horses, during the right seasons of course. As serendipity would also have it, today at my relatively new job at the local thriftstore, one of my customers purchased some cool cowboy boots. Now I’m not generally a fan of cowboy boots, but these ones weren’t the shiny, flashy especially pointy ones. The leather had a more matte than shiny finish, without being suede. They, of course, were not brand new, but would suit this customer’s purposes just fine as she planned to wear them to ride her horse. She’s my age or older and when i mentioned that I used to ride a bit and really loved it and would like to maybe ride again, she just smiled warmly. So those boots of hers and her kind of encouraging response got me thinking again about getting up on a real horse maybe sometime during this year of 2014
Then there’s this blog horse that I’m finally getting back up on tonite 18 days into 2014… In the midst of my move I misplaced my password and went thru some hoops to finally get back into my blog. I’ve thought a number of times over the past months of things that struck me as good subject matter for a blogpost. So finally I have my accessibilty reestablished…..will make it much easier to get those thoughts developed into something a bit more substantial.
Yet another horse I’ll be climbing back on this year is the school horse. On the last three days of this month I’ll be taking a three-day all day class towards my certification to become an addictions counselor. Plus I got back up on the full-time work horse almost three months ago when I started my job at the ARC thrift store. I realized, not long after starting to work there, that the whole cashier thing is something I really thought cool as a child. So, although this job is nothing special, turns out I am fulfilling one of my career dreams from my childhood. It doesnt’ pay a living wage, but thanks to a unique situation I, newly divorced, my daughter and our pooch, are living in a house owned by a family member, paying minimum rent but taking care of it while she has to be in another part of the country. Between the job and the living situation I am in a decent position for getting this school thing addressed in a reasonably timely fashion.
So it’s been an incredibly busy6-8 months. I have made a lot of the changes of which I spoke initially in earlier blogposts and, contrary to my fears about leaving the lush northwest, I am finding that I really love this new place I and my daughter and our dog have landed. There are wonderful parks all over where my dog and I take walks, and abundant sunshine, something I hadn’t realized I’d missed as much as I had until we got out from under the cloud cover as we traveled east. Even better my daughter, a ninth grader in her first year of highschool is THRIVING! She’s doing well academically and socially and still doing her art. I think the more abundant sunshine is having a very positive influence on her as well.
So here it is: My first blogpost in at least six months and the first one in the new year.
Stay tuned for further developments….
I wrote and published a post back in August but published it privately, until tonight,(check the August posts if you’d like to read it) as I wasn’t quite ready for whatever consequences might result, depending, I guess, on whom might stumble upon my blog. But things are changing both inside of me and externally ….Some things are accelerating, like the crumbling of the last bits of patience I’ve had with my circumstances….Other things, like my education, are marching along but only as quickly as the college calendar allows…Besides my course load is twice as heavy this quarter as last and so between my responsibilities as a student and those I have as a parent I don’t think I could manage my schooling going any faster.
Still, more and more, I’m feeling the need for a long overdue change in this situation with my “spouse”(on paper), the father of my child. It’s time for my daughter( and her mother) to see her mother(herself) standing up for, taking care of, being for…. herself. I no longer have the patience to wait for his job situation and our financial circumstances to improve. So I’m revving myself up for a conversation with him. The “divorce” word got yelled out during an argument last week, by me, but I’ve yet to return to the subject, this time, under calmer circumstances.
My truly significant, though long distance, other, who knows all about my circumstances and whose patience is doubtless wearing thinner even faster than my own, but who continues to be emotionally supportive and encouraging, shared an observation with me today as I was attempting to pump myself up for this talk. She observed that there’s this shift that needs to happen inside of me….one that may be starting, but is moving seemingly slowly as yet. As she sees it(and I can definitely see it too) this shift will be from a place inside where I still care and worry over what my “spouse” will think and how he might react to me stating that it’s time to talk separation and divorce, to a liberated place inside of me where I no longer give a crap what he thinks or how he reacts.
Yes indeed! I have a friend, whom oft times when I mention feeling “trapped” in my situation, reminds me of how I should be grateful for not being in this thing by myself….which maybe I should, but I realized tonite that that whole line of thought is beside the point. Tonite I realized that the “trap” I find myself in is inside my own mind and heart not outside in the marriage. Because as my LDSO pointed out, once that shift happens or I make the shift, I won’t be trapped anymore. She didn’t actually use the word “trapped”…that’s my term, but same diff…Not caring what he thinks or says or throws at me(emotionally speaking) will mean I’m no longer trapped in his idea of how things are supposed to proceed for our family. I was counseled earlier this week by a much younger woman, who was at one time in worse circumstances than am I, because I suspect that they were physically abusive circumstances, that if I can stick it out with the marriage until I get my schooling, rather than add some minimum wage job on top of my school and parenting responsibilities, that it would probably be better. But, as I realized tonite, she was in her early thirties four years ago when she left her situation and I am early fifties now. She had/has time and youth on her side just a bit more than I do…
As I stated earlier I don’t have the patience or the energy or the time to waste on continuing to slog through this thing, at the very least without the benefit of a conversation that states for all of us, under this roof, what things are and what they are not. Time to stop worrying about and trying to take care of everyone else’s feelings and start taking care of me and mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not forgetting my daughter in all of this. But as I stated above…it’s time for her to see her mother standing up for, liberating and taking care of, herself…..That is something I never got the chance to see my mother do as she stayed loyal to her cheating husband(my father) and then by the time he left, was too sick and, in fact, dying, to have a second chance at her life.
It’s time to open the door and let myself out of my cage…So if, after this very long post, you are still tuned in..stay that way because there will be more to come. 😉
Started this post Wednesday nite after my first class. Finished it tonite.
Went to my “Understanding Aids” class tonite. It is the one class of the three I’m taking that actually meets in person regularly, Wednesday evenings from 5:35-7:25. Haven’t been in a class, except for workshops and seminars, in a quarter of a century……Now doesn’t that sound like a long time. I think the class will be interesting, which is possibly an understatement on my part. Between the controversial nature of the subject matter, the diversity in terms of age, race, ethnicity, sexual orientation and gender, of the students, and a teacher who likes to run things very democratically, I’m thinking the class will be a good one. I’m pretty pleased, though, also working on getting my mind around the amount of work required for this two credit hour class, along with my other two classes. I think it is doable, though I’ll be plenty busy between being a student, an employee(part-time), and a mom.
It really is good to be back in the classroom. I’ve always enjoyed school, though more and more as I progressed from elementary to middle to high school and finally to college. I’ve always appreciated the structured environment, having clear and defined tasks to perform and, when I liked the teacher, pleasing the teacher by paying attention and contributing in class. Despite the fact that there were relatively few opportunities to be creative in elementary school, I still enjoyed it quite a bit. We had no plays or pageants and I didn’t do well in PE…but Elementary school was still something I was always excited to get back to in the beginning of September. Junior High was better. I got to sing in choir, also took an art class that I loved. There was more freedom in middle school. We even got to walk up to the high school if we were studying certain foreign languages, in my case, German. But high school was even better. More freedom, more music classes(was in two choirs), got on the school newspaper and even took an after school dance class in my senior year.
And college was better still….though I did not graduate all ready to step into a career and, in fact, though I’ve had a few “careers” over the years, thanks to the education I did receive, I also had some failed attempts at careers due to a lack of follow through and commitment to my choice of programs.
So now here I am back in school…feeling kind of old and kind of new and clueless at the same time…..and hoping that I’m one of those late bloomers who is on the verge of blooming in all kinds of ways…personally as well as professionally. Time will tell, though I don’t think there will be many more opportunities(or any) for this level of new start…No pressure but…it’s now or never…at least that’s how it feels.
So I finished the class I mentioned in my first post…finished with a 94%! I liked the class. It was interesting; I learned a lot; the instructor was good and well organized and I didn’t do half bad…Thus the title of this post: “Kinda proud”.