Today is my 18th Universary.
I don’t feel anything. It just seems like an uneventful blip on the radar of life. A hiccup. A fart. Weird.
Last year on this date, I sang at my uncle’s memorial service. Just a few days prior, my boyfriend ended our almost two-and-a-half-year relationship over email.
You know the story: that event sent my heart and mind into a spiral of lyrics. I began to compose music in my head. And then I asked for help. And then I went to Nashville and wrote more songs. And then I raised funds to help pay for the cost of recording, and all that other stuff. And a week before my 40th birthday, I recorded my very first solo album. And it’s REALLY good.
Bucket list. Check.
In the back of my mind, I have been waiting for this week to happen. Not so much that today would have been my 18th wedding anniversary, but that I would make it to the year mark of my blindsided breakup.
“I think that dude’s actions have probably occupied your mind and heart long enough,” recently said my friend and fellow bandmate, Phil.
He is so very right. Perhaps it is hard for me to let people go. I don’t understand why they act so epically shitty without regard for other people’s feelings, or seeming consequence. And perhaps it’s a simple explanation: it actually has nothing to do with me.
“As you grow, you pick people who match you. You’ll choose better next time. It’s less a matter of finding someone up to your standards and more about gravitating towards a better match,” said my therapist back in December.
Hey, guess what? I’m growing. It hasn’t been easy, but right now it feels really damn good.
It’s necessary and good to grieve. I have done that. It is necessary and good to move forward. I am doing just that.
And as scary and wonderful and unexpected and unplanned as it has been, I am dating again.
Here we go.
Yaaaaaaay Leslie! This is the president of your Norwegian fan club giving you LOUD JOYOUS WHOOPS TO THE STARS!!!
I love that I have a Norwegian fan club! Yaaaay! 🙂