Things have been going pretty decent lately. I had my daughter with me for an extra day when my ex had a work commitment, she learned to do the monkey bars on her own, and I’ve recovered from the strained calf muscle that plagued me for about two weeks.
Things having to do with my ex haven’t bugged me nearly as much lately, which is a welcome change. There’s literally nothing I can do about that situation except focus on doing what’s best for me and the kiddo.
I recently went out for a quick bite and a few beers with some of the guys, which is always great. Often the subject veers towards women and home life which is really just the guy equivalent of girl talk and is harmless. We’re always respectful and it’s amusing when you get insight into your friend’s home and personal lives.
It’s these conversations that made me realize I have friends at just about every stage of their life. I’m in newly divorced single guy limbo, there’s a friend who’s about 2 years ahead of me and dating again, a happily married friend, and one that’s having some trouble at home. Life is definitely cyclical. One day I’ll heal and move on… and dare I say I think I’m actually starting to feel it.