Tuesday morning I had a busy day a head of me and much to accomplish.
I look at the time on my cell phone as I race out the door when my eyes catch the date, May 15th. I feel like that day means something, but I can't remember?
Racing to the library, then the grocery store before a 10 a.m. appointment, then to the Great Lakes Science Center with my mom for the day, I am driving when it hit me!
I have been "divorced & single" for 15 years.
Not an anniversary of celebration, but an anniversary of the unexpected and never anticipated.
Wow, 15 years!
Being 27 years old and newly divorced, I gave myself a couple of years max before I would be married again. Never did I dream that years would continue to pass and all of my plans for my life would do an about-face.
I look back and I am thankful.
Thankful for the personal growth. Thankful for my accomplishments. Thankful for the strength, the opportunities and the experiences I would not have had otherwise.
The moment of realization that 15 years had passed was freeing, like a letting go. No more counting the years. Counting is over.
Life has drastically changed, but I have changed the most.
At some point along the way, through the years, divorce dissolves and turns into just single.
Check the box: __ Married __ Divorced __ Single
I say I am single. If someone asks if I am divorced, I do say yes.
Divorce was a lifetime ago. Another girl ago.
The person I am today is single.
