Building blocks

Lovely summer night. Book club in the backyard of a friend's house. The air was warm and the sun was shining and the shade was a haven. It was something out of a Henry James novel, with the tables set up off to the side, with the various salads, cakes, and cold drinks laid out in a beautiful spread.

The simple joys in life often make me stop and give pause, realizing that it is things like this, evenings with wonderful women that have gotten me through this horrible break up/break down or whatever you want to call it. All of these various activities I have joined have given me the strength I needed to get through the first hump. It has been several months, and although I still miss him I am not consumed. I still cry but not even as much as when I was with him. I am busy and the key is that I am busy becoming the person I want to be. I am a woman who belongs to a book club. Who is learning how to cook. Who is volunteering for causes I believe in. Who doesn't need to look at her phone a hundred times a day, and certainly can stop and really listen now. I wasn't able to listen before. I was too busy worrying about his next text, his next call, his next visit, to really stop and hear what my friends were saying. I couldn't be any one's shoulder. I was too busy worrying about staying afloat myself. I was not capable of being the woman I wanted to be then and now I am slowly putting myself on the correct road. The road not taken and all that jazz. So thanks for a lovely evening ladies. While I made myself so busy trying to survive life, I also managed to build a life I can enjoy piece by piece. Little by little.