-Yesterday (last night, actually) Naomi returned home safely. She is happy and full of stories about Disneyland.
-Tonight is the first night Josh is spending in his apartment. So, this is my first night as a single mother. I am going to light some candles to commemorate the ending of our coupledom. We've spent a decade together, almost exactly. A decade is a long time in a 28 year old's life.
-Today was our first session with the mediator. She had a copy of How to Talk So Your Kids Will Listen and Listen So Your Kids Will Talk on her bookshelf and a Georgia O'Keefe print on her wall. I think we're in good hands.
Autumn is my favorite season. Not just because my birthday falls in the best part of it. I always feel renewed in the fall. Something about the hope of a new school year. I love the air, I love the smells, I love the food, I love the fashions. Fall in the city makes me glad I stayed instead of escaping to the suburbs from the stinking heat of the urban summer, as I am tempted to do every year.
There's something about this autumn that feels different. When I play with my Tarot deck, I pull cards like The Tower, The World, Justice, and The Star. There is a clarity and intensity to my life this fall that I can't recall having since I was a teenager and the whole world was new.
Last year I approached my 28th birthday with a vague sense of foreboding. Astrologically, 28-30 is a hot zone for upheaval. Indeed, nearly everything changed this year. My dad unexpectedly lost his job (thus rending the fabric of my family nearly beyond repair), the adoption closed, a child was born, and our marriage ended. I can't relate to the somewhat contented housewife (although a little overweight and a little depressed) I used to be just a year ago.
Who the hell will I be next year??