So, if you'll remember, I was having an "
existential crisis" a couple of weeks ago. Well, actually, it wasnt so much existential, as marital. You know, those dreaded words, "we have to talk", followed by upheaval.
The crisis was that my wife of 15 years asked me to move out. She says she still loves me, but that she cannot live with me. Ironic, considering just a few days earlier I'd commented to Lydia that "love was easy, it's commitment that's hard" (or something to that effect). She says she wants me to figure out who I am, and get myself organized, and my head on straight. To be, in a nutshell, happier.
Does this sound counter-intuitive? Throw out your husband who loves you in order to make him happy? Well, yes, it does, but she had a weird kind of logic to it, and funny thing, she may be right.
I'm not happy.
But...
I'm figuring out some things, and I'm active again. I had a "joke" about my life, that it was work, sleep, work, sleep. It wasnt actually that funny, though, because it was pretty much true, if you count out all the time I spent watching TV, and waiting.
Waiting for work, waiting for my wife to get home, waiting for the kids to be ready, waiting for whatever plans my wife had made for me, waiting for the weekend, waiting for nice weather, waiting for the kids to grow up, waiting for the next holiday, waiting, really, for everything. I was in limbo, and doing nothing there.
I had a new digital camera, but rarely used it. I had a new scanner still in the box. I had
ten years worth of unfiled paperwork (I was surprised too). I had a complete darkroom which I didnt have set up. I have a garage
full of stuff. I have a car sitting in the driveway (for three years!) in need of relatively minor repairs. I had all sorts of things that needed doing, ranging from major to miniscule, and I did
none of them.
My excuse was always, "I need more time", or "I need more space".
Well, guess what? I've got both.
Accomplished so far:
1. Scanner set up
2. about half of the paperwork work sorted.
Doesnt sound like much, I know, but it's just been six days. Today is the seventh. I'm tempted to say I'm resting, but I'm not. I've got too much to do.
So, I'll be thinking about what makes me happy, and how to become more fullfilled, and trying not to be such a grumpus when I am at home (I'm still picking up the kids after school). She hasnt left me yet, not really, so things arent over. They're just... I dont know. That's what I've got to figure out.