I was at the gym this morning, surrounded by people. Pushing myself, working hard doing my functional workout, and I had the thought, “I am alone.”
How could that be when I am in a crowded room? All I would have to do is start a conversation. Say hello to someone. Make some friends. But today I just didn’t want to. Not in the mood. I’m alone and no one cares. And I felt sorry for myself for just a a few minutes while I finished my chest and ab exercises.
But let me make it clear, I am not actually alone in the world at all. I have an amazing family – mom, kids, siblings, cousins – and several supportive, loving communities that I am a part of. I have recently discovered that I am truly loved and that people really do believe in me as my higher Self, not the disempowering self I often see myself as.
So maybe “being alone” was just a thought. And it was followed by other thoughts – my life shouldn’t look this way, something’s wrong here and what’s wrong with me.
Because this is what I wanted. I got divorced so I could have the life I wanted, not support my ex-husband’s idea of a life. I chose not being married and that means, for right now, being ok with being alone.
How did I end up divorced? I try to remember sometimes when I wonder if I made a mistake. But then it all comes back………..My ex always promised that things would change. That instead of him ignoring me and doing whatever he wanted whether I liked it or not, that he would pay attention to me, respect me and be a partner instead of a lone ranger. And so I hoped that each time he said it, things really would be different. And I waited for 20 years. Until my kids pointed out that this was the same argument they’d been hearing their whole lives. And stop kidding myself that things would ever be different.
And a light bulb went off. I had been waiting for him to change so I could be happy.
And that seemed crazy. Why should he have to change? He should stay exactly the way he was.
But I had a choice. I had a say in my happiness. And I didn’t have to stay married to him. Once I got over my fear, opinions and judgments about divorce, I started the process. And as tough and scary as it was, we finally got divorced.
And since then, I have created my life the way I want it to be. So here I am with a blank slate. On my own. Looking at the water in my adorable rented cottage on the beach. I love it here. It is peaceful, serene, nourishing to my soul. I sit and breathe at the wonderful world have created.
And then panic replaces serenity. This beautiful rental ends on June 1. I will have no place to live. I had told myself back in September when I moved in, that I wouldn’t worry about where I would go next until March. Well today is March 4th. It’s time to worry.
Or instead of fear, I can tell myself to trust the universe, even though it’s not natural for me. Or I can just breathe. (I’ve been doing that my whole life.) And, just like with my divorce, I can take the time to visualize what I want, figure out what I need to do, and create a plan. Instead of being a powerless, paralyzed victim, I can get into action.
And I can really believe that I will find the next place I am to live. And, when it is time for me to have the relationship of my dreams, that God and my guardian angel will present the right man. And, until then, I can enjoy my life, the solitude, the freedom, and the love that I know is all around me.
So what if it doesn’t look like I thought it would? That it’s different. It doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just not what I expected. And sometimes I have the thought that I am alone. It’s just a thought, after all.
And, this is the way life looks when it’s working…………….
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