Today is the first day of the rest of my life. My house is a mess, I’m just a little hungover, but that’s OK.
So much has happened over the last 12 to 15 months, so many crazy things, so many tears – it’s all we can do to keep up with this Year of the Horse. Alrighty then, universe. Bring it. But changes to me will be mine – whether deliberate or not. If I’m not deliberately doing it, I’ll still own it. All the changes will be mine.
My teacher is my daughter, who left me yesterday to travel to the other side of the world and become a kindergarten ESL teacher in South Korea. That’s why I’m a little hung – apparently, the permanent umbilical cord does indeed stretch that far, but it tugs mightily and it hurts. Not comfortable at all. After a crazy 3 weeks of preparing for this, and our dog dying, and a weekend spent cooking and entertaining for her going-away, I sat outside and surfed and drank and stalked her flight like a crazy lady.
I made this pictorial graphic to illustrate:
Then several others, then I went to bed. She landed at 3am.
She has grabbed onto her life to make it what she wants, and I can do that too.
This is a picture my younger daughter took of us at the airport:
Granted, I am standing like a sloppy slut, but STILL.
So – today is a new day. Over the day I will work, clean, work out, eat right, and all the things normal people do.