While tapering down heading into this week’s marathon, I went for a twelve mile run through College Park, Maryland that took me up well lit streets filled with University of Maryland students and the colorful crunch under my feet of fallen autumn leaves. The last week is the week you make sure you train in what you will wear when you race so there are no wardrobe malfunctions. It is when you finalize any gels or hydration aids you might want to use. The last week is the time to calm your thoughts, settle your emotions, and to relax your body for the upcoming task it has trained to undertake. Unfortunately, entering my last week was nowhere near relaxing.
As I prepared to leave Route 1 (the main street outside University of Maryland) and enter the campus, I was particularly nostalgic. The campus holds a lot of memories for me. I spent many days on campus with my sister. While she was in class I would hang in The Pub with the college students and basketball players. As a high school athlete, I was in basketball heaven sitting among Derrick Lewis, Len Bias, Keith Gatlin and a basket of fries. I felt completely at home as I ran among the students; until one spit on me.
“Unbelievable,” I said to myself. What do I do? Click here for the full article and to find out what happened next and what I learned from the experience.
I am someone that, on any given day, has a lot going on at one time. I have finally learned that it is not the best way to proceed. The consequence to being overly committed and passionate about multiple endeavors is often that the things your true, authentic self wants to accomplish or get out of life, become unattainable and go unfulfilled.
Frustrated and stuck, I vented to a friend about not seeing the results I wanted in my personal, romantic, and professional life. The first thing he suggested was to get a journal. Now, I have journals all over the place full of thoughts, feelings, business ideas, fragments of books, etc. Never had I dedicated a journal to designing the life I wanted. Now, I was giving myself permission to think about just me.
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Most divorces are not mutual understandings between two mature and rational adults that have simply decided their relationship had run its course. More times than not, there is an array of hurt, frustration, anger, resentment, bitterness, and general pissed off-ness. The reality of unmet expectations are a key source of these. After all, no one goes into a marriage believing or expecting their relationship will end. Rather things happen, people change, and sometimes spouses become toxic to each other and the relationship dies.
One day I looked up and despite my best laid plans, I was in a marriage alone. When he did come home, there was no communication and whether we think they cannot hear or understand, the arguments between mommy and daddy were changing my little girl. It had to end and it did. Going through a divorce, yes, I learned a lot about the legal process. But it was what I learned about myself that has been most valuable.
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