So, I’m giving this a shot. I’ve decided to write down my experiences because, honestly, they are a tad unbelievable. And perhaps, there is a teeny tiny chance that my journey will help someone in a similar situation. And, ideally, the goal is to navigate this nonsense called life and emerge on the other side as a relatively normal and happy person! (Emphasis on the happy, notsomuch on the normal!)
Here’s a quick rundown of the events that brought me to this point….
Unhappily married since 2002? Check. Mom of two amazing and precious kids that drive me to the brink of crazy on a daily basis? Check. Getting through divorced life with a narcissistic man who has OBVIOUSLY done no wrong? Check, double check, insert eyeroll here. Proud owner of a weird cat and a handsome gentleman of a dog? Check. And last, but never least, proud owner of the world’s coolest and most unorganized shoe collection? Boom!
Throw in a little sexual harassment from a boss and you get me. An imperfect soul who is floundering around life. But, I try to do it with a smile on my face and a bit of sunshine in my heart.
The reason I named this blog “finding my other shoe” is because that’s the gist of my journey. I love shoes. Like, love them. And my shoe pile is a testament to that. The pile of shoes represents my life right now. Theres a lot of cool ones in there, a lot of old ones, clean ones, dirty ones. What I’m striving to find is MY other shoe. My perfect match. I need to find the right to my left. the organized to my mess. And this may or may not come in the form of a person. It may come in the form of knowledge and lessons learned through therapy and support from friends. My hope is that one day my heart will be open enough to find the person who matches me, but for now, I would be content with finding the match within myself and then using that knowledge to get my shit together and finally tackle that pile!
Finding My Other Shoe 