6 Months

It is amazing how fast time goes by. It has been exactly 6 months since I got divorced. Although the papers were not signed until a few months later, January 9 was the official separation date. And I feel good. No regrets. No bitterness. Although at times I'm sure I come off as a man-hater, hopefully those moments are few and far between. As I have been contemplating this anniversary, there are a few thought that come to mind. Mostly thank yous.

Let's be honest: I was in pretty bad shape when I got home. I was wearing clothes that didn't fit, I didn't own a pair of earrings, and I don't think I had laughed in about 2 months. See the before picture:
But mom and Katie and Shelli took me shopping, encouraged me to be feminine, and most importantly, showed me how to laugh again. They also played "What Not To Wear" with my closet and threw away bags of junk - most notably the shirt I am wearing in the picture above. For that, I am eternally grateful.

I have to of course thank my dad for letting me live at home for six months, rent free, while I try to figure out what to do next. And for letting me have Bruno in the house. That's really nice.

I have to thank Jessica Peterson for cutting my hair and convincing me that I needed bangs. And although not related to anything, we should probably all thank Jessica for cutting our families hair. Katie's hair looks fantastic and anyone that can put up with the hair of four Bailey's definately deserves a gold medal. It's like the hair of fifteen normal humans.

And for two questions that he posed, I have to thank my friend. The first question was back in October. Speaking of being married to Joe, he asked if I would do it again. I didn't think much of it at the time. But when I was leaving the hospital that fateful night 6 months ago, it was the question that repeated itself over and over in my mind. Because the answer was no, I found the courage to do what I knew needed to be done. The second question posed more recently: What would you do if you knew you could not fail? I am still working on this one. It has caused a quarterlife crisis and now three sleepless nights. I will let you know how it turns out.

An obvious thank you to Katie. Thanks for sharing your friends. Thanks for drafting my eternal team. Thank you for introducing me to the amazing world of reality dance contests on television. And how can I forget Biggest Loser. Apparently losing 200 pounds of stress only equates to 5 pounds in real life. We are getting serious starting tomorrow. I hope B won't mind if there are three of us crammed into your dorm room because I don't know how I am going to function without you.

Wow. Sorry for a really unfunny post. Mom is probably crying. I will try to make up for it next week - it usually takes me that long to think of funny things... Love today!