In case you've noticed the absence of blog posts, it's because life got rather busy--and at the same time somewhat more private. About two weeks ago, the someone special whom I've been seeing for some time, asked me if I would marry him. Time suddenly stopped. And life began changing. I said yes.
I wasn't compelled to take it to the airwaves, or sing it from the hills as I've seen so many others do. and as I've done in the past. Instead, I told the people that matter to me, and I've been working hard to plan a wedding that will signify the end of a long and broken road - and hopefully the beginning of a new life.
Being a divorced woman has instilled within me a much deeper respect for the commitment that I've made, and an even healthier respect for the institution of marriage that I will soon enter into. Once you've suffered a burn, you are likely to approach the fireplace with a more cautious attitude. Cautious but optimistic. I hope I've learned lessons and that the man I love will continue to make me a better person.