Good love is boring? I agree! But first…

Hello everyone, I’m back again with a mini update.

For a hot minute there I felt the need to meet someone and start a relationship, so I signed up for a few dating apps.  I took me about two weeks to realize that they’re stupid.  All of them, utterly stupid and probably horrible for us.

After swiping, and commenting, and slogging through the myriad of eligible women I decided that when I meet someone I want it to be organic.  I don’t want to perpetuate our instant gratification, consumer culture, detached online friendship/communication society through these apps.

So, here is my plan.  It’s quite simple, but I like how it sounds.

  1. I’m going to keep working on myself and move towards truly letting go of the little emotional scars that are still hanging around.
  2. I’m going to continue to work on being introspective and fixing/accepting the remaining unhealthy parts of me.
  3. I’m will put effort into doing the things I like to do with the people I love to be around.
  4. I will welcome opportunities to expand my circle and challenge myself.
  5. When someone comes into my life who intrigues me I will pull them closer into my circle and spend more time with them.  If something comes from that I won’t push it away.

This is my rough outline for happiness and success.  Wish me luck!

Before I forget, take a look at this article.  I think it’s kind of great!

Good love is “boring”

I’ve found my tribe

This last week was the Thanksgiving holiday and it’s common to reflect on what you’re thankful for in your life over the previous year.

As we’ve established on this blog, the last year was a trying one to say the least…

So, what am I thankful for this year?

All of the wonderful people that have allowed me to pull them into my circle and/or let me into theirs.  The pre-existing friendships that have been solidified, and the new ones that I’ve forged have been the crux of my emotional recovery.

All of my friends have seemingly come from the gym I go to.  These friends allow me to challenge them daily and reciprocate by pushing me to give 100% every time I’m there.  We build each other up, and make each other believe that we can accomplish anythig.  We come up with silly modifications that make exercises more challenging, if not entertaining…  There’s flirty interactions, flattering comments, pats on the ass, heart emojis, deep thoughts born out of reflection and pure emotions, and the occasional casual wink in passing between friends.

I am excited about my prospects for the future.  It looks bright, and I’m ready for whatever the hell is coming my way.  Bring it on life, because I plan on making you my bitch!

Clarity, often sought after, seldom found…

Over the last week I’ve been participating in a meditation challenge brought on by a friend in my fitness world.  She threw it out to her internet friends to join her journey and I obliged.

My own personal experience with meditation is most closely related to breathing exercises I’ve done to combat anxiety and panic attacks, but I’ve never done “meditation” before.  The first couple of days were a little awkward, but left me feeling focused and energized to take on my work day.  Yesterday was my fifth day of meditation, and what I experienced was something of a breakthrough.  I reached out to friends that I value and let them know they are some of my favorite people.  I told them very directly that they’re cared for, and that I want them to take care of themselves so they’re around for a very long time.  I told them I have confidence in them.  I told them that whatever their challenges are right now, I knew they would be triumphant.

I also realized that I will absolutely forgive my ex-wife one day for everything that happened.  I don’t think that will be soon, but I know I will one day.

Yet another thing I realized is that I am well under way to filling the hole left in my life with new friends, experiences, and family.  Figuring out what’s most important to you and filling that gap with it is the single most healing thing you can do after the loss of someone significant in your life.

My final thought is this.

I want to live with intention.  For me this consists of having goals for personal growth  and to always work on them.  I will not be shy about telling people how I feel or giving them praise.  There’s enough negativity in this world and in our lives.  Plus, I’d love to be complimented by others.  If someone else were living this way and regularly told me what they like about me they’d quickly become one of my favorite people! 🙂

I guess it all comes back around to one of the first rules you’re taught in life.

Treat others as you’d like to be treated.

Taking stock

I recently made a post on social media that received a decent amount of attention from my friends.  I had been really hard on myself for the last few weeks because I lost sight of my personal goals.  I had a couple small injuries in the gym that caused me to slow down on my fitness, I wasn’t eating the way I should, and I was consuming way more beer that I was okay with.  I think it’s important to point out with that last comment that I am not an alcoholic and I do not have a problem with over consumption.  I personally feel that if I am going to be successful in my weight, strength, and overall body composition goals I should drink almost no alcohol.  This is a tough thing for me as I am THE definition of a beer lover, some may even say a snob, but I prefer connoisseur.  I was doing a lot of self talk that was very counterproductive.  If I stepped on the scale and saw a number 3 lbs heavier than I liked I really beat myself up about it.

This Wednesday, everything changed…

I decided to grab a mocha on the way in to work that morning.  One of my favorite local coffee shops is on my way in, and there is a muffin there that I am complete sucker for.  The amount of people waiting to get their drinks almost made me turn around and get back in the car but I came all this way, so I was getting that damn mocha!

Lately, in a situation like this I would grab my phone and waste some time browsing social media or something equally deplorable.  This day though, like many others over the last week, I decided to observe my surroundings and be in the moment instead of burying my face in my phone.  As I people watched I overheard the barista say, “Ahhh shoot, well at least I made it into something.”.  The other barista said, “Oh my gosh, that is so cute!”.  A few seconds later my drink was called out and I walked over to the bar.  This is what I found.

This was exactly what I needed at exactly the right time.

This little smiley face completely flipped the script on my attitude.  For some reason, this little tiny act made me realize how hyper focused I was on negativity.  I’ve been so wrapped up in things like, should I date, stuff with my ex-wife, missing my daughter when she’s gone for five days, not saving enough money, etc…

NO MORE! It is time for me to slow down and enjoy the little moments.  It’s time for me to love myself.  I need to relax more often.  I need to refocus on taking care of me again.  I MUST work on making myself happy because I’m the only one responsible for it.

One part of this story that’s missing is I had been course correcting over the past few weeks.  I have told many people about my plans, because accountability is huge.  I was taking my lunch to work more often, because the food I bring is healthy and it saves me a TON of money.  I also booked a trip to visit my friends that live in Amsterdam.  They’ve been in Europe for a few years, and while part of the blame for not ever visiting lies in my failed marriage, I could have gone and visited if I really felt strongly enough about it.

So… here is to putting yourself first, to trying to live the fullest life you can as often as possible, to slowing down and taking stock of all the little things!  I hate to put something like YOLO here, but it’s true… You only live once.

❤ Chris

Original social media post below…

I’ve been really hard on myself lately. I’ve been doing this fitness thing for a year and a half, and I’m still not where I want to be.

I’ve lost sight of my goals. I don’t see what I’ve already achieved. I’ve half way fallen off the wagon on my diet lately, and I’ve honestly been doing a lot of negative self talk lately…

I was reminded today that if you don’t pay attention to the little things it’s easy to get overwhelmed by the big negative things.

It’s time to renew my focus on myself.

I am responsible for making me happy.

No more negativity!

I will recognize my progress, and remember that I’m never done improving!

All of this because someone took a second to put a little smiley face in my coffee this morning. It is indeed the little things in life that matter.

I am going to crush Wednesday!

Not bad… Not bad at all.

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.

Are you happy?

I was having a downer kind of day yesterday…  Just blah.

I watched my pride and joy walk away to her first day of kindergarten.  It was a happy, bittersweet, tear free moment for me.  I was prepared for this moment.  I am confident that we’ve raised a child who is intelligent, funny, and considerate of others.

I was not prepared for sitting around the house for a half hour with my ex-wife, and then spending another 45 minutes doing the first day drop off with her.  There’s something about being around her that subtracts from my feeling of contentment.  Like I just get sucked back in to thoughts and feelings I’ve been trying to leave behind.

There are other things that added to the “downer” feeling.  I’ve had a nagging discomfort from overdoing it at the gym last week which has taken a few gym days away from me.  I’m not where I want to be in my physical fitness, which is usually what I see when I look in the mirror.  I have a desire to meet new people but at the same time I’m kind of fearing it.

I think I’m just afraid of getting hurt again, and afraid of all the uncertainty of how a single dad picks things up and starts over.  What would a new family look like this time around?  Do I even want that?  What do I want?

On the bright side, there are things I do have control of in my life.  I am aware of these things and I can start changing them right now.  I can clean up my diet and get it back in line with my physical goals.  I can add a new hobby to my life, if it’s not too expensive.  I could try to meet other people and just really take my time… I’m not in any kind of hurry.

More thoughts to come!

Just, blah…

The ex-wife keeps taking our daughter around her significant other.  I try not to judge because I don’t see everything, but I wish she’d think a little more about how the sudden absence of this guy could affect our child if things didn’t work out.  Of course there’s always the possibility that things do work out, and then I’m stuck hearing/dealing with this guy forever… Let’s cross our fingers on that one!  *end sarcasm*

I keep hearing about him from my daughter.  I try not to let it bug me, and I put on a smile for her.  I listen, respond, and try to keep the conversation about him as short as possible.

Then there’s the tough bedtimes of my daughter crying, telling me she misses Mom and wishes we were both here.  I wish we were both here too, but only for my daughter’s sake, not for mine…  I don’t love whoever this woman is, she definitely isn’t the person I married.

Have you ever wished time would speed up and slow down all at once?  That’s kinda where I’m at with all this.  I’d love for everyone to be mostly over it, but then a couple of the really quality little kid years would be gone as well.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

It’ll get better, it’s already a lot better than it used to be.  I just get really irked when I see my daughter upset and it’s her own Mom that caused it.

End rant.

The right choice is never easy…

Sometimes I wonder to myself if others regularly amuse themselves as often as I do?

Over the last few weeks I’ve experienced a resurgence of feelings about whether or not “I made the right decision”.  I guess this is a common feeling that many recently divorced people experience so I’m not alone, but still, did I make the right decision?  Can you ever really be sure?

After reflecting on how things went down over the last year of my marriage and the aftermath of said marriage I’m pretty sure the answer is yes.  It’s just that having a child with someone makes you mull over your decisions that much more.  It’s not just about whether you’re happy or whether things can be repaired.  Once you have a kid, life isn’t just about you anymore.  Now there’s a completely innocent being you’re responsible for who’s life is pretty much 100% out of their control.  You’re making huge decisions FOR them about what kind of home they grow up in, and these decisions have a profound impact on their development.  So of course I’d second guess myself!  One of the traits I’m most proud of is my desire to do the right thing, always.

The few choices I was able to make, no matter how hard, were absolutely the right choice.  The fact that I’m struggling with how everything shook out and the way I feel about it is my proof.

The one line in the sand I drew in our marriage was crossed.  There was the year of lies, of me doubting my own thoughts and feelings, and much of it I was strung along with just enough hope to think things could maybe work themselves out.  No one should be treated that way, ever.  I respect myself enough to stand with my convictions and make the hard choice when it’s presented.

So, returning to my earlier question though…  Is everyone amused with themselves as often as I am?  My guess is… probably.  🙂

This is the part where I start to amuse myself.  I’ve been asked for relationship/marital advice by a few friends recently.  When they ponder giving up and taking the easy way out, guess what my advice is?  Make the hard choice!  Sometimes the hard choice is leaving, sometimes it’s staying, and most of the time it’s rolling your damn sleeves up and putting in the freaking work!  Every time someone makes the wrong choice and let’s you down, it was probably the easy one.  Don’t be like them!


All the feels

First off, I feel like I should go over the custody schedule we’ve setup for our daughter before I ramble on too much.  My ex and I observe a 5-2-2-5 custody schedule.  I always have our daughter Mon/Tues nights, my ex has Wed/Thurs nights, and we alternate Fri/Sat/Sun.  Our exchange occurs at school/child care, and we usually provide a courtesy text or email to update the other parent about any new behaviors, when she last bathed, etc… Now, on to the feels.

There’s this thing that I’ve been struggling with for the last month or two.  When my daughter and I have our longer stretch of time together and we have to say goodbye on that last day we both struggle with it.  It’s even harder on me if we had a spectacular five days together, or if we spent most of the time traveling and didn’t have a last day to relax and unwind together. On more than one occasion I have driven away with a tear or two leaking out. Any other day of the week I’d say goodbye, see you after school, and we go our separate ways with no incident.

My daughter simply refuses to let me go when I drop her off at school, which makes it even harder for me to keep composed.  I can see in my child’s face that she is having complex feelings, but either she doesn’t know how to articulate them, or she just chooses not to.

The rest of that day I’ll experience a feeling that I am not fond or proud of…  I GET MAD.

I’m mad at my ex for making the decisions she did.  I’m mad that I didn’t have a choice in just about any of this.  I’m mad that her decisions have taken away half the days I’d normally get to watch my daughter grow up.  Add to that the lingering thought that those days are already finite and I get pissed.

I understand all too well that there’s a point where our daughter will start her own life, without us in it daily.  I assume when it happens a new version of what I’m feeling right now will emerge, but I think it’ll be bittersweet feelings and I’m pretty sure any residual anger will be gone.

There’s absolutely nothing I’ve ever loved more than being a father, and even though that can’t be taken away from me it’s hard not to feel like it has, at least partially…

Right now there’s a pity party for one over here and I’m feeling like the victim.  This is not the kind of person I am, but I’ve become a different person from when I was married.  That is a topic for a different time though.

So many things… but let’s start with this one.

I’d put this somewhere in the list of top 10 worst parts of being divorced, but somehow it’s the first one I’ve bothered to write about.


My ex-wife has been seeing a guy.

THE guy…

I can’t say I’m not surprised.  I mean, one of the points she mused about in my presence was how she didn’t understand why she moved from one relationship to another all the time.  Little cues like this should have set off more alarm bells than they did.

At most I was suspicious, more some times than others.  I mostly just ignored the feelings coming from my gut because “she’s my wife, I trust her fully”.  She’s just trying to figure her stuff out.  Give her space, because that’s what she says she needs.  I refused to believe/accept that something nefarious was occurring.

I used to think, who else can you trust more than your spouse?  Your parents?  Your siblings?  I realize now that everyone is human, and everyone has just as much potential to let you down if we’re being 100% honest.  Trust really is a calculation of how willing you are to accept getting hurt if/when those people fail you.

I tell myself often that it’s her life, and I am no longer beholden/responsible to her and the things she chooses to do have nothing to do with me.

But… boy is it difficult to hear my daughter talk about him.  I’d say it’s at least one casual mention, minimum, per stay with me that I hear something about him.  Obviously it’s not the fault of my wonderful, innocent, amazing 5 year old daughter. She’s just telling me about her world and things she’s learned about Mom’s “new friend” while hanging out, which seems to be occurring more frequently.

Once again, it’s her life and the only way it can impact me is how it impacts my daughter.

As far as I can tell, my daughter has no idea that mom’s “friend” is more than just a friend.  She doesn’t know that mom treated her dad poorly for a year, that she was dishonest for who knows how long before that, or that she made some really shitty choices and this guy participated in them.  All she knows is that Mom and Dad are divorced, that we will never live together again, and that we both love her no matter what.

I think the toughest part of this new dynamic for me is that I have to put on a brave face, smile, and participate in the conversation while not asking questions that will elicit more talk of “him”.

Personally, I absolutely consider this guy to be an awful human being, whom I will probably carry a very strong hatred for for the unforeseeable future.  I firmly believe that someone who has so little morality is a fundamentally bad person, period.  However, I will never share any of these feelings with my daughter because none of this has to do with her.  This is all between me and her mother.

If I had any kind of advice for someone in a similar situation it’s this.  I’ve created a sort of mantra that rattles around in my head when I struggle with feelings, both old and new.  It goes something like this…

You can’t control anything anyone else does.  Focus on you and don’t worry about what she does.  Be the best possible father you can, and don’t let those outside influences work their way into your relationship with your daughter.  Work on improving yourself and learn from any mistakes you made in that past relationship.  It’s not my problem anymore…  Nothing she does is my responsibility anymore…

Unless it affects my kid.  Who knows what happens then?


As a small caveat…

I’m sure there have been times where my ex-wife has experienced  some negative feelings that were caused by my actions.  I have started dating again, and my daughter has spent a little time with my “friend”. twice.  I’ve never asked my ex or my daughter if they’ve had conversations about my “friend”, but I assume they have.