Writing is freedom

i forgot i wrote.  i forgot how freeing it is to put down into words the thoughts that fly through your head.  to put pen to paper, err fingers to letters.  somehow the simple act of verbalizing your feelings somehow frees you from the chains that the thoughts become.
to say life has been a bowlful of cherries since the last time i typed here would be a lie.  to say it was a miserable existence would be very far from the truth as well. however, the most accurate description would have to be that i have learned so much about myself and who i am as a person.  i am no longer only left with how others describe me.  i have found some new adjectives for myself about myself.
my name is not mom.  however, being mom is the most important thing in my life.  every single action i do during the day and night is about my kids.  i am far from the most perfect example of what to do.  i have learned plenty about what not to do.  my goal is always what is in the best interest of my kids.  as long as i keep that in my sights, im doing well.
finally, divorced the man i thought i would spend the rest of my life with.  i still live with my parents.  i only work part-time.  and i am navigating the world of girl friends.
those are my truths today.  the truths for the future will be i will have my own place at the begining of july.  i will be employed either full time or with two part time jobs, starting in the month of july.  i will still be navigating the world of girl friends.
in fact, i think woman who date men who are divorced should come with books.  nothing long and complicated, just a novella to give the ex some background.  the ex should also have the same.  a mutual exchanging of background.  then everyone can live happily ever after and act like grown ups.  until then, i shall just try and do my best to be the best i can be and not let any of them mess up what i am about or who i am.