Oh, how I’ve missed this. I’ve had the most eventful, dramatic, blog-worthy two months of my entire life and yet have had no idea how to make the transition from “married person blogging about conception” to “divorced 27-year-old living with her parents for the first time in ten years,” and therefore could not share it in real time.
In fact, I’m still pretty damn sure I don’t know how to do it. However, in the last eight weeks, I’ve done literally every single other thing that has been terrifying me and making me anxious and haunting my dreams for the past several years of my life (read: ended a major relationship, finished my thesis, applied to graduate from my Master’s program, started leading a classroom, to name a few), so I have full faith in my abilities to talk about myself on the internet again.
Until I figure out exactly how to explain my new life, please enjoy some photos of me and the Fiece, who is basically in college now, and her younger sister, who is, sadly, almost always eclipsed by the never-ending tornado of crazy that is the Fiece. A gigantic, absolutely sincere thank you to Fertile Myrtle, for being the most supportive, kind, and generous friend during the worst/best time of my entire life, and for letting me snuggle her babies whenever I felt like spinning out. I love you, darlings.
And finally, la piece de resistance, Fiece all fired up over a particularly gruesome moment in Katy Perry’s “Roar” video:
Hopefully, I’ll be back soon, with tales of travels and dramas and huge, epic, Eat-Pray-Love-y personal growth.
P.S. If you really missed me and want to thank someone for lighting this new posting fire, head over and say hi to Katy. She sent me the most thoughtful, wonderful email the other day, and made me realize that I need this back in my life. Thank you, Katy! Much love.