Memorial Day. A day reserved to remember. Last year I wrote, "For those who have come before, and those who serve in the future, thank you, and may God bless and keep you." I think that sums it up.
This memorial day also serves as another reminder: I've been writing this blog for over a year. It's evolved and shifted over that time, but most things do. Hey, If 1 monkey in 1000 is gonna type out Shakespeare, He's gotta evolve a little. This monkey isn't Shakespeare, and he really isn't much different than the other 999 bloggers flingin' Pooh out there, he's just a chimp trying to grow up.
"Christopher Robin! Help!"
So what have I learned in one year? Divorce sucks. Yeah, I think I could have skipped the experiential evidence. A simple footnote accompanying a picture of William crying on the courthouse steps. I'd have believed that, I swear.
Sob, sob, "I'm just a Bill…"
Yeah, if you didn't see that coming you haven't been blog-reading the whole year. One thing hasn't evolved: the humor. I'm still playing shadow puppets to the Schoolhouse Rock crowd. At least I didn't play with the Preamble to the Constitution. "In order to form a more perfect union?" Heh, yeah….
One year later, older? Yeah. Wiser? I hope so. I'd hate to go through all that just to do it again. If I wanted that kind of pain, I'd watch "Just Shoot Me" reruns. One shot through was plenty enough, thank you.
What about you? Have you learned anything? No, not about you--I don't care about that--ME! We're talking about me? Shesh, everything always has to be always about you...What have you learned about me? Maybe it's something I missed. I'm taking notes.
This word cloud represents the top 75 words to appear on my blog over the past year. Although some words ("Divorce" and "MyUnwife") are not really surprises to see on the list, it's nice to see words like "hope" and "smile" make an appearance.
Some people say I'm self-centered. I don't see that. Some people say I'm bitter. No, not that either. Sarcastic? Ok, now you're just talking to put yourself in front of the thought train. Keep it up, I'll tie your high horse to the tracks; see how you like that action! Whatever!
I know I've done a lot of healing over the year. Some of the early posts were really kind of sad and frantic. That monkey blogger was hunting and pecking at any nit picking his wits. That was back when MyUnwife was still MyWife and she was still here physically.
Now, I'm better. I've had time to set some distance between me and that blogger. I've grown as all people do, and my wounds have healed. Oh I still have a nervous tick, but nothing to talk about.
So what's next? I don't know. The divorce finalizes in July. After that, who knows. I don't but I can say that that doesn't bother me anymore. Not knowing used to drive me crazier than a Rick Astley song. ("Never gonna give you up?" Yeah, whatever monkey-boy.) Now, it's part of the challenge. I'm doing well now, that's what matters.
And maybe that's what you can take away from this memorial day: If this idiot can pull out of the divorce nose-dive, there's hope for the real smart people not blogging time in the monkey barrel. Live. You're more than what you were before, remember that.
"Alas Curious George, I knew him, Horatio.
A monkey of infinite jest.
Curiosity kills more than the cat,
And not only beauty kills the beast.
Ugly guy with a gun slays monkey well too."
-Yellow Monkey Number Five.
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