I agree with you 100% about getting out of your comfort zone by traveling alone. It's all about taking chances and relearning who you are. All that solitude can be scary at first but ultimately is liberating. I give a lot of credit for my recovery to the 6 weeks I spent driving across the country by myself. It wasn't always fun. I cried a bunch. I was bored at times. I longed to be with people (including the W), but it also helped build my confidence that if I was strong enough to do that, I was strong enough to survive my sitch. It sounds like you had a similar experience.
Your dancing story sounds amazing. Losing yourself in joyous movement with no preoccupation for anyone or anything else - that is living in the moment. It is the true joy in life. Unfortunately it reminds me of the many times I was the resentful or bored or tired husband standing on the sidelines with a drink as my W lost herself on the dance floor. I've never been able to reach that place on the dance floor, though I wish I could!
Have a great weekend by yourself! You're doing great!
W 34 Me 42 Married 7 years together 8 0 kids 1 beloved dog BD 4/6/2018 I moved out 4/7/2018 I moved back in alone 8/05/2018 I file 3/06/2019 D official 5/7/2019
