Today celebrates a happier anniversary than my previous post: my five-year Paris birthday. Half a decade of living in the City of Light. Wow!
Everything I said last year about my Paris birthday still stands: I’m grateful for the adventure. Life is imperfect. The imperfect can be beautiful.
This year it’s kind of an interesting confluence of events. Yesterday I received the convocation to appear in divorce court. The date will be October 10.
Though I’ve been making my way and getting stronger every day, that letter definitely did a doozy on me. It’s not unexpected, it is the next step in the way forward, but it still sliced through my heart. To face the reality, the final decree.
Then again, think of what shines through where I am pierced.
“Don’t turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.” –Rumi
I’ve been throwing myself into work and being rewarded for it. If my silences are longer, it is because I am tending not only to the process of processing, but on all these fabulous projects on which I want to keep pushing forward.
When I lament my loneliness, I remind myself of all the love I have in my life. And when I crawl into bed and bemoan the nonexistence of a personal life, I whisper to myself, it’s not true. That’s just your pity party, Sion. Each moment in my life is personal and I am creating what I need.
Momentum is building writing-wise. In the past week I’ve had an acceptance for an essay and a poem, and novel work is going well. (My novel-in-progress recently placed as a Semifinalist in the William Faulkner Wisdom Competition). I’ve started a proofreading project for Frommer’s and I have new leads.
Each day, I wake up to the sun (yes, even in normally gray Paris!) and do at least one thing that brings me closer to my dreams.
The light is winning. It shines.