At first I was afraid I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
I went to lunch with an old friend yesterday. We hadn’t spoken since February – there was a lot of catching up to do.
When we last met, my husband had just announced he was leaving me. Then life got in the way – for both of us – and suddenly it was Christmas.
We hugged and she expressed delight at my appearance, noting that I’d lost a lot of weight – both physically and metaphysically. I seemed lighter in appearance and mood than she’d seen me in years.
I told her about the divorce diet and extolled the virtues of swapping wine for vodka, lime and mineral water … low-cal, hydrating and eliminates scurvy … what’s not to like?
I told her I’d sold the family home.
I told her I’d bought a new house.
I told her about my new job as a travel writer.
I told her I’d met someone.
She looked a little startled when I finished and said something about me being indomitable.
Yep, it appears I’m a human cockroach (in the nicest, germ-free kinda way).
Dr Karl says: “You’ve probably heard somebody say that come the End of the World, the only survivors would be the cockroaches. Cockroaches have been around for about 300 million years – so they’ve outlasted the dinosaurs by about 150 million years. They are very tough little critters. They can survive on cellulose and, in a pinch, each other, and they can even soldier on without a head for a week or two – and they’re fiendishly fast as well. They have the reputation for being survivors – living through anything from steaming hot water to nuclear holocaust.”
As for me: life-as-I-knew-it Armageddon unfolded, I dusted myself off and staged a complete reinvention in the same amount of time it takes to grow a baby in your belly (there might be something in that …)
OK, that’s simplifying my situation slightly. I was a wreck for the first few months. I’ve got to admit, 2014 looked pretty bleak at the outset, but it’s ending so damn fine.
I can’t wait to move into my new house.
I have a great job.
I have wonderful kids, friends and family.
I’m fit and healthy.
I have a lovely new life.
I am happy.
Song of the day: Gloria Gaynor “I will survive”