Has your cocoon become your cave? Is it dark in there? Are you a bit too comfortable with it? It occurred to me after a time that the cocoon of my hurt was not leading to a transformation. No butterfly wings were a-growin’. Why, this was no rest stop to get my bearings. There were no bearings!
When you are in that dark place and can see the light but don’t head towards it, that’s a choice. Maybe you are not ready to see things in a “new light.” You are comfortable with your version of your life, even though you really aren’t happy. You aren’t yourself anymore.
But you could be. You know that, don’t you? That freedom of confidence is still out there somewhere. It is seeking you.
I dare you to just take a quick peak out there. Into the blaring light of the unknown. When you finally do step out, you know you will adjust. But fear keeps you inside those cool, dark walls.
My goodness, it seems so peaceful here, in the silence of fear. Really living life seems noisy and tiring!
Responsibilities. Having to deal with people again. “Can’t I just be the lady who was walked out on for a little while more?”
The answer is “no.” For a variety of reasons. No matter how long it’s been since you were hurt and your front door was knocked open by a battering ram, it’s time to step through the rubble. There is a safe path for you if you choose to seek it.
Life in this world is scary enough when you are part of a couple. Going it alone seems like walking into battle at first. But you are confused, my Leftat50’s. “Battle” is where you’ve come from. You know longer need to hide from the enemy.
The man who threw those ugly-word-stones at you has disappeared into his new life. It’s time for you to step over that pile of “you never did this’s” and “if only you hadn’t said that’s.”
“That’s easy for you to say”, you are thinking. “Oh, you’re out in the sun with your new friends and your new life.” But you are wrong. It’s not easy for me to say or to do either! But like all of you gorgeous gals, I had to realize that my cave-time was up.
The light that shined on the unpolished new me was glaring at first. I had to feel my way through. I had to reach out for help sometimes.
And there were days I just despised the entire situation and didn’t feel like dealing with it. But we all have a moral responsibility to ourselves to find our own happiness. To head for that light. Today.
I lost a friend I’d known since high school yesterday. He was a good man. He’d suffered badly with a cruel disease for years. He never lost his kind smile, his warmth, and he never stopped reaching out to all of us, his high school gang. If he can reach back through the years, surely we can reach forward. We have the chance to do that, and we should take it.
We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!