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| new beginnings |
2016 - The Year of Chaos and Turmoil
2017 - The Year of Healing and Progress
I cannot think of a better way to sum up this transition.
The new year brought in a new era. In January I moved back into the farmhouse and began building an official relationship with Scott (which includes getting to know his three children, plot twist for those of you who don't know me in real life!) Our friendship had been built on honesty and self reflection, which created a perfect foundation for a relationship. I'm struggling with how much and in what ways to share information about this subject, not wanting to give away every personal detail of my life, yet also longing to express the realness, the deepness, the honesty that exists between us. "Little white lies" and frankly, big fat lies as well, are a natural and accepted part of our society, and we don't want that. But more about that later.
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| official photo |
February brought an intense new friendship into my life, named McNair. She grew up with Scott, connected on Tinder, hung out once, and finding herself in the same transitional situation as us, moved into the farmhouse the next week. More or less. It was the universe unfolding as it should. We connected instantly and with the same honesty I had been building in my relationship. We talked about relationships, mental disorders, addiction, codependency, trust, sex; and we colored, we colored a lot. And so it became known as (hashtag) Divorce Farm to the three of us, and recognizing it or not, we were healing.
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| hello best friend |
After months of odd jobs and waiting tables, March came with a new opportunity, and I began working at a country club as the Horticulturist. I had little knowledge or experience, but I loved plants and working outdoors, and I got lucky. "I knew a guy", as they say, and he gave me a chance. It put me to the test, physically challenging me much more than most of the jobs I was accustomed to. Now I'm about to start my second season, and I'm taking classes at a local community college.
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| how I get to start every day |
In June we were offered another unexpected opportunity, the chance to rent a house that Scott had owned and lived in for years and just recently sold to a friend. For the fourth time in just over a year I packed my things and moved into a new place to call home. I adore it now, my plants in the living room's big picture window, the girls bedroom with my old furniture repainted blue and pink, the dining room table with fresh flowers where we sit together for most meals. My home, our home.
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| I've been up to some witchy things as well. |
The rest of the year was new yet familiar, somehow. We settled into a new routine, working an office-type schedule Monday through Friday, fixing dinner for the kids, soccer practice, homework and baths, Saturday is movie night and Sunday morning is a big breakfast. I have stumbled into step-motherhood, and I like it. We had a Halloween graveyard and scared trick-or-treaters. I made myself sick on Thanksgiving trying to fit in all the family activities. We hosted a (hopefully annual) Christmas Eve with both our families. Then we rang in the New Year with a quiet night at home, and did I mention he makes me the best dinners?
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| Christmas |
Life is really, really good.
Until next time,
Angela Kelly
"The secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is
instead of what you think it should be,
and then making the best of it."
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