MODERN IFIGENIA

The Malaysia Flight 370 mystery has everyone confused, scared, paranoid, etc., etc. Everyone has some theory about what did or didn't happen and another theory based on what could or could not have happened. I have a theory based on absolutely no facts, but based on optimism and wistfulness. I think that what actually happened is that the passengers had a little wine, they all started to wax philosophically about life and its meaning. They talked and bonded over the trappings of modern life and how they could keep people from achieving true happiness. After much bonding someone suggested they didn't have to keep doing the same thing. In a moment of clarity they looked around and noticed that everyone was flying with only the people they actually care about.  It is a passenger airline anyways, so you know there had to be a teacher, a farmer, a doctor, an engineer, a lawyer and a counselor. They all agreed to let go of the chains of modern life and start a new community in so...

In looking up the proper terminology for the title of this post, I learned that "divorcees" are divorced women, not men, because apparently men are the divorcers. So there is really no gender neutral way of identifying people who have survived a divorce, or as Tammy Wynnette would say D-I-V-O-R-C-E. In the end it doesn't matter. I was inspired by a mirror to write this post. It sounds bizarre, but two and a half years ago my ex-husband moved out and I began to take dance lessons. There was a mirror in that dance room and I avoided seeing my reflection in it. I used it mostly to follow the footsteps of other dancers, but never to look at myself. About a year later another divorcee joined the group. We talked to each other quite a bit and I could clearly remember the very first time I saw myself in the mirror. We were talking as usual, I was sitting down and she was standing. I was facing the mirror straight on and she was perpendicular to the mirror. I remember noticin...

So here is the story of my blog. I started it several years ago, then I did nothing with it. I then started writing again...mostly about my divorce and I got tired of being "divorced", so I stopped writing again. Now I am back, ready to start writing about the lighthearted things I care about. The work I do can be relatively intense at times and I do want to do a better job at highlighting the things that bring joy into my life, or to vent if I am enraged. They are both great things that need to be tended to. Somehow work always finds a way to keep itself going, but joy and rage, often get repressed. I am putting a definitive end to that. So I will simply start by expressing gratitude towards all the people who have managed to make my life one worth living and for their willingness to walk along with me.