I’ve been debating what to do with this blog now that my divorce is six days from being finalized. Because this really, truly, began as a “divorce blog” — a place where I could be completely honest, and chronicle my navigation through separation and divorce. I began it about a month after we made the decision to separate, and now the journey is almost over.
In the past, my modus operandi has been to just jettison the blog in favor of starting a new one, with a different URL and a fresh start. I don’t want to do that this time. There’s a reason why I picked the name “Honestly, Megan”, instead of something separation- or divorce-related. I wanted to allow room for change, for the story to evolve and transition into happier content. I wanted to be able to continue the journey, long after the ink was dry on our divorce decree, long after I ceased signing my checks “Megan B****” and went back to the familiar old “Megan F******”. There was a time, a few months ago, when I didn’t see a foreseeable end to the rocky, bumpy saga that this has all been. But the end is in sight. It is six days away.
And it is time to think of new things, of where I want this blog to go. Some of them seem pretty obvious. Others are gazing pretty far into the future.
Academia, or chronicling my climb from neophyte to true historian. This one seems painfully obvious. I’m slated to graduate either in December ’13 (doubtful at this point) or May ’14 (more realistic, I think). Once I complete my Master’s degree, I plan to try to get a job, but also to explore the option of going for my Ph.D., which was recommended to me by my thesis editor, Dr. W. The idea is terrifying, but exhilarating! Obviously the GRE comes first (I didn’t have to take it going in to CCSU)…so that will be fun. My first choices would be Boston College, Boston University, or Northeastern University, but I wouldn’t say no to a school in the D.C. area as well! Most sources recommend applying to at least five schools for candidacy, so there’s quite a bit to think about! Obviously with that goes…
Moving from Connecticut. David and I had always planned to move to Massachusetts (his home state) at some point during our lives. Clearly, the dream of us moving together has fizzled out, though he plans on going himself. And naturally, he assumes that I will not go. But why not? I have friends in Massachusetts, it’s only two hours from my parents, and I could be quite happy there. The last year saw me alter my plans and resign myself to living in Connecticut for the rest of my life…but it doesn’t have to be that way. With divorce comes the knowledge that I am master of my own destiny; I can do what I like. I can move where I please. And…we shall see.
Entering my 30’s. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little terrified at the prospect of turning 30 in just over two months. But as I said in my “About Me” page…my 20’s weren’t exactly a walk in the park. I’m a little saddened that I spent so much of that decade fumbling in the dark, trying to figure out who I was and what I was doing and how to get healthy again, but I suppose that is what your 20’s are for: screwing up and figuring out who you are. Of course, there were some bright, happy moments as well: the first three and a half years of my relationship with David were the happiest years of my life (age 24 and 1/2 to 28). But as I go into my thirties, I go with the realization that it is time for me to do the following things:
– Stop apologizing for who I am and what I believe in.
– Stop living for everyone else, and:- Start living according to what makes me happy, because nobody else is living my life.
(Eventually) dating again. Eek. As terrifying as this is…I’ve already gotten a head start. I’ve been on one date and talked to a few other guys (none of which panned out) and I’m slowly tiptoeing into the dating pool again. It’s been weird even thinking about it when David and I were still married (on paper), so hopefully it will get easier once everything is finalized.
Children. This one is in the far distant future, most likely. I’ve wanted to be a mother since before I even knew I wanted to be married, and I always assumed (in my “I’m never getting married” years) that I would probably end up having to adopt. I’ve decided that if I am not in a committed relationship by the age of 35, that I will begin the adoption process, even if I have go the foreign adoption route. Again, this is YEARS away. Considering that I met, married and divorced David in the span of five years (and two months)…clearly, anything can happen between now and 2018 (when I turn 35…eeek).
Navigating finances. The plan is (eventually) to buy a house and pay off my student loans. We’ll see how this plays into the next few years of my life.
Becoming a better fire spinner and continuing involvement with the Wildfire community. I’m taking on my first staff position in August, and although I can’t go to Wildfire in September (I’m a bridesmaid in a wedding that weekend), I look forward to Wildfire next year, becoming a more intrinsic part of the Wildfire community, and improving my skill on both staff and fans.
Whew! That’s a long, crazy list of upcoming events, goals, and plans. I think that’s all more than enough blog fodder, don’t you?
In any case, my short-term (hell, even long-term) goals begin with finishing school. I’m working on research for my thesis (story of my life) and gearing up for my final year (or half-year) of my Masters’ education. I’m pretty happy with my apartment (now that the washing machine is no longer busted), and after a short hiatus from running, I am back on the C25K bandwagon! This week promises to be a roller coaster, but I think after Monday, things will begin to look up.
I hope you’ll come along for the ride!