A New Start

For those of you who peruse my blog, whether it's a habit (I'm in your list of daily blogs), or a compulsion (you know who you are), or you've just seen my Facebook updates and are curious, today is the one of those days where I start anew.

I have these days occasionally, and I'm sure you do, too. A lot of times, it's January 1st--you know the feeling: you've got your New Year's resolution phrased just so, and you have a plan of action you're ready to set in motion. Sometimes it's a birthday--yours or someone else's--and you feel the need to make a change for the better. Occasionally, it's after some other sort of momentous occasion--a birth, a death, a moving or tragic or frightening or hope-inspiring instance; one that makes you realize all there is out there in the universe, and you draft a mental note to yourself to modify your existence in some way.

I can't pinpoint the exact moment that sparked me towards change...it has been a long time coming. But I do feel like today marks a shift in my being--one that I know will take me along my journey in a new and very positive direction.

My marriage of six years ended today, legally and officially. The actual experience of finalizing all the paperwork and speaking in front of a judge was less than monumental--quiet, quick, and strangely sanitary. I sat for a while in a courtroom full of people at a crossroads in their lives, observing. Some of them made me feel sad, and some of them made me feel irritated, these people and their lawyers in a room where none of us knew each other and would never meet again, most likely. There were some people there that were hurting, and some that were full of anger, and some that looked frightened. I wasn't quite sure what to feel--I made a decision, based on what I believed best for me, and I was satisfied while I sat and waited that it was the right decision. Five minutes or less on the witness stand, a small, stapled stack of papers, and I was out the door--less than an hour after I arrived.

I ate a Nutella cupcake (incidentally, from my new favorite place in Kansas City, Cupcake A La Mode) and chatted with my friend Amy about love and life, and hugged her adorable baby for a while.

I write a lot about my personal experiences on this blog, and I tend to keep them about how I'm feeling, and how I think it relates to the rest of the world, attempting to keep from calling anyone out or making a virtual scene. This is a little more personal detail than usual--it just felt like something I needed to write down (or rather, type out).

I'm almost 30--and I'm not afraid of that number. I feel like the world is awash with endless possibilities--some of them challenging and scary, some of them gorgeous and amazing, and some of them clearly places in the journey where I'll have to make absolute decisions and go one way or another.

I feel very much like myself today--confident in who I am and what I believe in, secure in knowing that my friends and family love me no matter what, and hopeful for whatever is next to come. Thanks for checking on me here--I hope that whomever and wherever you are, you can find what it is that pushes you towards that place where you can be fully yourself and ready for whatever the universe throws at you.