Thinking, writing, revising, thinking, talking

There's been a lot going on today - that field trip, as mentioned earlier. Camden scared the hell out of me as it was so busy - and also there was only one person with interesting home made products for sale.  I bought a little cat brooch to support this fellow crafter, she said it has been very quiet. Perhaps I'll stick with my existing market for another couple of weeks, but try to negotiate a better deal as I've heard others have done.

Also spent a lot of time working on formulating the goals for 'My Best Year Yet' as I've discussed before.  One of my ten goals will be related to blogging, I just haven't formulated the words yet. And then there was the two hours on the phone telling friends again about the impending separation.

I checked into Posie Gets Cozy - and this post really resonated, as much of her writing does. Of course it was also juxtaposted (a new verb) beside a post about her lovely husband, the famous Andy, and it made me believe more fervently than ever that our fledgling marriage is ending for the right reasons.  Marriage is a meeting of minds, hearts, ambitions, a mutual appreciation society  soundtracked by a resounding cheer as your clasp hands and together jump off the metaphorical cliff into the wild blue yonder, secure that you'll be each other's parachutes - or at least try to give each other a softer landing.  Of course even seeing all this in black and white doesn't make the entire shitty process any less painful but it's still the way that things should be.   People have said that I'm being very philosophical and brave which is a compliment but what is the alternative?  Mewl and collapse in a heap?  There's time for tears and I'm not avoiding them but instead I'm throwing myself into creating.

Another thing that's becoming very prevalent is thoughts of home, and Irishness.  Probably because I don't know where I'll be in six months.  But I've said that I'm not rushing to make any decisions.  Or to go home to Ireland, to be honest. If I want to move to Brighton, or Edinburgh, or Paris or Melbourne, well I'll still want to move there in six months.  But right now I'll stay here, which doesn't mean being static or not dealing with the situation.  Friends and family are giving so much support, and I'm getting to the stage where I can accept it, which is great.  Plus, I have company here...

Comments

[kirsty]

Good on you, FG. You really have got a good approach to this misery. I really do believe that it won't be long before you are grateful for the experience. And beginning a new adventure...

[Rebecca (felter in rural Ireland)]

My first time to visit you, thanks for calling in to my Irish blog. Sorry to find you at such a difficult point of your life. I really hope that things work out for you, whatever the best thing for you is at this time.

Hope you get to enjoy a good old Irish Christmas! Sending hope from Lovely Leitrim!
x

[JeanieB]

Ooh, Camden can be scary - and that's just for the shopper. I loved Camden in my late teens and was so excited when my eldest girl, now 12, wanted to visit. What I remembered was a relatively small trendy venue with a couple of retro stalls, my how it has spread in 20 years!
I had a lovely 'me' day on Sat Flib, thanks for your shopping tips - I bought a coffee and no more! Not even a KK cowboy pencil case (tempted).
When I got home, my friend's son bought round a tailor's dummy he'd found in a skip. Immaculate!
Keep on Craftin' Gal x

[another outspoken female]

Melbourne? Excellent choice :)