On another thread, folks were discussing where to go with their life, and how to think of it as a new chapter, and my response is today's journal entry:

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I had those same thoughts, those same feelings, and I was telling myself the same thing until only a couple of days ago.

As I sat on my patio, I watched my two dogs "playing". They are shar-peis so "playing" resembles a dog fight minus the blood and chunks of fur flying.

And then it hit me. Ummm... I am just living my life. What I do in the next minute, hour, day or week isn't really of any monumental, life-changing consequence. I doubt anybody will want to write books about it.

Sure it's good to set goals, keep fit, stay rested, and make plans and enjoy life. Isn't that what everybody who isn't helplessly dysfunctional is doing anyway?

There is nothing that makes this moment in my life "more special" or signifant than any other time in my life. Imagining life having a ticking clock counting down the seconds of my life and driving a sense of urgency wasn't a good way to live my own life.

So I am getting divorced. So what? A woman I thought I loved and who I thought loved me didn't love me anymore. Big deal.

And then I continued to sit there watching the dogs while I finished my morning coffee.


M-47,W-40,No kids
D-filed 5/27/2010
Piecing - 10/21/2010
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