still picking up the pieces

well, it's been a long while since i've gone an entire week with only one post to show for it.

this is just me checking in to say hey, especially a big up to cheryl. welcome friend. glad you made it back to Aus safely. cheryl and i starred in a movie earlier this week. no really, we did. well maybe not starred but we were in a film, and i've been meaning to tell you about our rather random experience and the joy of meeting cheryl herself which was a nice part of an otherwise intense week. the last couple of weeks have had a lot going on and i've not been allowing myself to fully feel the experience but it takes its toll anyway. major thanks go to keli for being a great wing (wo)man as i dealt with scary stuff like hiring a solicitor and taking the first step towards buying a place of my own.

this week last year i only made one post. i think it was this very day a year ago i got all my hair cut off. that post was to tell these pages my husband, my best friend of nearly 14 years, had walked out. even writing that now has a strange surreal quality to it and i think the only way i made it through this week was to not feel it. not the grief or the anger or the fear. but somewhere deep within you feel it all anyway. you just don't allow yourself to show it. it's not a recommended method for living. doesn't make life any easier. but still i persist... one day i'll learn...

as then, i head to dublin, but this time for just a brief trip to celebrate my dad's birthday and pick up a copy the new frames album, which get's released saturday, or so i am told by zippy ben.

in the meantime, one year on, i am dog tired, and i have to be on the train in 6 hours. better grab some zzz.

grace and peace to you walking wounded out there.

LB,x