Divorced.  That’s a word that I thought would never be used to describe me.  But here I am, 51 years old and divorced.  At first, I was consumed by it.  I worried that I was too old, too fat, too everything.  I was worried that I might be alone for the rest of my life.  I was afraid of being alone.  It was a struggle.  A struggle that took me about a year to get over.  Oh, I still have my moments, but I’ve learned that being alone isn’t the worst thing in the world.  I’ve eaten out, gone to movies and even taken road trips by myself.  Surprisingly, I like to travel alone.  I do what I want, when I want.  That’s not to say that I wouldn’t want to travel with someone, I just know that I can do it on my own.

One of the hardest parts of this new life was meeting new people.  Most, if not all of my friends are married.  So I got online and joined some groups.  These aren’t dating groups, but just groups of people with similar interests that like to get together and share fun times.  I’ve met some great people in these groups.  I’ve joined a nighttime group that goes out a couple of times a month, a group of only women, a group of Fabulous and over Forty women, an outdoor group and on and on.  All in all, I think I’ve joined 7 or more groups.  The point is that I’m getting out, meeting new people and having more fun than I’ve had in years.

This is a process, one that is by no means easy.  Learning to be only one after years of being two is difficult but worth every tear and every minute.

~ V.

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
Vivian Greene