geekalicious, right?
I was just thinking that it's been ages since I've been to a play - and that getting out to artsy stuff was once a regular highlight of my nights. Then our Beloved Miss A invited me to this:
10 Days to Happiness: One Woman's Hilariously Tortured Search for Enlightenment
The play itself was fairly predictable but getting out and doing something different was a real treat. And our Beloved Miss A is always good company.
I've recognized, these days, that I'm angry and jealous that L gets to do what he wants he when he wants now that we're separated. I'm the single mom and he's the renewed bachelor. Which means more of my time is focused on parenting than on myself and my interests. I'm not working out or developing my hobbies or getting out to artsy Seattle because I'm home with Little N. So I arrange my outings for when Little N is with L or the beloved babysitter and I savor the experiences and relationships in the moments that I have.
It's not quantitatively fair. But something qualitative is working for me. I miss my boy when he's off with has dad, even though I simultaneously cherish the hours to clean the apartment, read, sit in front of HULU, catch up on FB. I show up and deeply value the time together with my friends for book group, or a supper date after work, or creating ritual. The constraints on my time and attention is reinforcing the value of these moments of connection. For that much, I can relax, experience some gratitude, and let my jealousy for L's new life fade, even a little bit, as I start to understand and embrace my new life.
I've recognized, these days, that I'm angry and jealous that L gets to do what he wants he when he wants now that we're separated. I'm the single mom and he's the renewed bachelor. Which means more of my time is focused on parenting than on myself and my interests. I'm not working out or developing my hobbies or getting out to artsy Seattle because I'm home with Little N. So I arrange my outings for when Little N is with L or the beloved babysitter and I savor the experiences and relationships in the moments that I have.
It's not quantitatively fair. But something qualitative is working for me. I miss my boy when he's off with has dad, even though I simultaneously cherish the hours to clean the apartment, read, sit in front of HULU, catch up on FB. I show up and deeply value the time together with my friends for book group, or a supper date after work, or creating ritual. The constraints on my time and attention is reinforcing the value of these moments of connection. For that much, I can relax, experience some gratitude, and let my jealousy for L's new life fade, even a little bit, as I start to understand and embrace my new life.
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