Not That Special

I realize that all the shit I have been through recently is not unique. 

I am one of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or more who have suffered like this, recently and throughout all of history.

The other day I had to get a document notarized so I can file for divorce. The woman who helped me was very sympathetic. She also had been divorced and lost her mother...just not this close together. Hers were 3 years apart. 

It is actually helping me deal with my grief of losing my mother to work on filing the divorce. Why not close out everything at the same time. Get it over with so I can really start rebuilding for real.

Whatever that is good that is coming I want to be ready for it. 

I am so tired of this reality that I am going to create a new one.

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