Officially, finally, unbelievably UNmarried!
If you’re thinking of what to say, I suggest CONGRATULATIONS and balloons and high-fives and happy dances.
I filed for divorce almost two years ago. I considered myself single. I got back
in shape to feeling good about my reflection.
I laughed and I wrote and I moved forward.
I got a job. I made friends. I got my daughter and myself insured (another happy dance!)
I told myself having the paperwork signed, sealed, and delivered was just a formality.
That my heart was already unbound seemed to be enough…..
knowing I’m DONE with that whole miserable mistake is like the moment your body goes slightly airborne on a roller coaster and you know the bar across your lap is holding you in, keeping you from harm, and all you feel is your heart and your stomach rising up inside of you and the seat beneath you falling away and the air around you filling and expanding your lungs, to and beyond capacity…
or the way your body starts to spin and shimmy and the hips shake and the feet move and the heat builds and suddenly you’re being spun and spun and spun around a dance floor with the beat of Latin music pounding through you and nothing but music inside you and an arm holding you and catching you and releasing you and steadying spinning steadying…
yeah, it feels something like that.
Free-falling, weightless, breathless,
a little terrified,
a LOT electrified,
I can’t even really explain how it feels. But just know this, World, it’s time for some major celebrations! So get on your party hats and dresses and clear out your calenders because there’s one more single sexy mama spinning through New York tonight.
And I am so ready to fly!