Re-Start

Welcome back.

Actually, I’m the one being welcomed back. You may have always been here, dear Reader, I’m the one who left. So, you’re wondering, where did I go?

To make a long story short, my marriage broke up. In December of 2015, my husband and I got divorced. After 46 years of marriage. Yep. I hear you: that’s a long time. But that’s another story. For this short story, we’ll pick up at December 2015. No, I think I’ll go back to June 12, 2014, back to when I left you.

That was an exciting month for me. My first grandchild was due to be born around the end of the June or first of July. As sometimes happens there was some question about when to expect her. But if you have any experience with babies, you know that a due date does not mean an appointment. It’s just a goal written in very loose sand. But I digress. On June 12 my grandbaby was thinking about entering the world and my marriage was breaking up. I was distracted to say the least and I had a difficult time finding something to write about. There was plenty going on but, not surprisingly, nothing I wanted to share.

Our divorce was final in December 2015. To set the question to rest: it was me who wanted the divorce. And right now I’ll settle another question: this blog is not about the divorce; it is about my journey after divorce. I started out as a child and became an adult. But enough of that or there will be no need for blog posts!

So why the re-start now? To be honest, I attempted to start a brand new blog in February 2017. It had the same purpose as this one: to tell my story of post-divorce. I wrote one post in which I said much of what I have said in this one.  I marked the site as private and sent that first post to some friends who encouraged me to keep going. Then when I sat down to write the second post, I just couldn’t do it. Looking back, of course I couldn’t do it. I had only been divorced a little over a year. I was still recovering and figuring out what had happened and what to do with the rest of my life.

Now with pandemia and so, so, so much time to to be alone and think, I got the urge to write about my adventure of growing up and becoming an adult. Although I am not a perfect adult–is there any such thing?–I have recovered a lot. The journey has been quite an adventure. And just like any adventure, there have been mountaintop vistas and scary storms. Times stuck by the side of the road when even AAA couldn’t help and times when I breezed down the road, top down, wind in my hair. God brought me through each experience, day by day, faithfully for almost five years.

So, it’s Woodpile Kitty ATX style. That’s Austin, Texas, in case you didn’t know. Same ol’ kitty, different location. The blog has a new look but the same little kitty attracted to the woodpile. I hope you’ll join me as I regale you with stories of my adventurous journey.

Oh, and thanks, dear Reader, for patiently waiting for the last six years.

Stay safe out there in pandemia,

Woodpile Kitty ATX