Below the surface stream, shallow and light,
Of what we say we feel
Below the stream,
As light
Of what we think we feel
There flows
With noiseless current strong, obscure and deep
The central stream of what we feel indeed.
Matthew Arnold from St. Paul and Protestantism
My original blog/journal was called November 9th
It was my first adventure in blogging, in talking outloud to the world out there.
Here’s a portion of the original first entry:
So I crawled under the bed to sob, and called my friends. The subsequent conversations included much hysteria and comments like “I will never survive this.”
I’ve never known pain like this. Never known heartbreak like this. And now what the hell am I supposed to do?
My girlfriend Lori is there with wine. She drinks the wine and I eat chocolate ice cream and she talks, and talks, and talks. All night talking me off the proverbial ledge. Then she says, “write this down. Write down everything you think and feel today, and then let’s see where you are in a year”.
She thinks I’ll be just fine. She thinks I’ll be better. She thinks
I will survive.
Bitch.
Well, I survived. I wrote for a year about the divorce, life post divorce, and all the pain, change, and wonder of that. It was, if I’m completely honest, one ugly blog at times. Brutally , honestly, ugly. Then, time passed and I noticed that I had, in fact, survived, and was actually, thriving. I also discovered, much to my surprise, that I enjoyed thinking outloud and so I continued, under a new name.
This is the new adventure.
