sweet.laughter
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I remember it like it was yesterday.
A nice September morning; still balmy enough to trick the mind into thinking summer was in full swing, and not in its fading moments. I returned home from what seemed like the hundredth trip to see the attorney, only this time, I had my divorce papers in hand.
The comedian Louis CK, when he is not joking about incredibly disgusting sexual things, made one of the most intelligent statements I'd ever heard.
"Don't apologize to someone who got a divorce. . . No happy marriage has ever ended that way."
He's right. Divorce is a horrible thing to go through, but when you finally make it to the other side, it feels like life has begun anew. I liken it to those moments when you first get your driver's license, and you feel like the world is your oyster.
This was it. A time for rebirth. A time to abandon the self-imposed restrictions on my life, and to embrace who I truly was.
I, Bethany, enjoy being tickled.
So I strode to my computer, came to the TMF, a place I had frequently lurked, and signed myself up. Time to trip the light fantastic. Time to explore that part of me that I had rarely dared to tread. It was time to laugh.
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That was over five years ago.
So what happened? Where did the time go? More importantly, what happened to that woman who was ready to delve into an unknown world, and see what it had in store for her?
Life, I could say. Work, family, the trials of the mundane. All of these could feasibly be excuses.
To be honest, though, I just got scared. My experiences up to that point were slim to none, and while I longed to discover more about myself and my interests, I was seemingly content to continue perusing from afar. I'd venture here and there, and periodically debate making a post, yet I could never make myself hit the "submit" button.
I kicked myself repeatedly, for I was sure I was missing out on the camaraderie I've come to see in this wonderfully wild place. Yet time passed.
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"Life begins at forty." WB Pitkin
I awoke on my birthday this year with renewed determination. No longer would I let the inner coward take charge of my life. No longer would I be content to remain in the corner, watching the world pass by. Once again, I told myself, it was time to laugh.
Two months later, here I am. Not quite the "gung-ho" attitude I was hoping for, but at least it's not five years.
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Hello, TMF world. What fun through yonder 'window' breaks?
A nice September morning; still balmy enough to trick the mind into thinking summer was in full swing, and not in its fading moments. I returned home from what seemed like the hundredth trip to see the attorney, only this time, I had my divorce papers in hand.
The comedian Louis CK, when he is not joking about incredibly disgusting sexual things, made one of the most intelligent statements I'd ever heard.
"Don't apologize to someone who got a divorce. . . No happy marriage has ever ended that way."
He's right. Divorce is a horrible thing to go through, but when you finally make it to the other side, it feels like life has begun anew. I liken it to those moments when you first get your driver's license, and you feel like the world is your oyster.
This was it. A time for rebirth. A time to abandon the self-imposed restrictions on my life, and to embrace who I truly was.
I, Bethany, enjoy being tickled.
So I strode to my computer, came to the TMF, a place I had frequently lurked, and signed myself up. Time to trip the light fantastic. Time to explore that part of me that I had rarely dared to tread. It was time to laugh.
____________________________________________________________________________
That was over five years ago.
So what happened? Where did the time go? More importantly, what happened to that woman who was ready to delve into an unknown world, and see what it had in store for her?
Life, I could say. Work, family, the trials of the mundane. All of these could feasibly be excuses.
To be honest, though, I just got scared. My experiences up to that point were slim to none, and while I longed to discover more about myself and my interests, I was seemingly content to continue perusing from afar. I'd venture here and there, and periodically debate making a post, yet I could never make myself hit the "submit" button.
I kicked myself repeatedly, for I was sure I was missing out on the camaraderie I've come to see in this wonderfully wild place. Yet time passed.
____________________________________________________________________________
"Life begins at forty." WB Pitkin
I awoke on my birthday this year with renewed determination. No longer would I let the inner coward take charge of my life. No longer would I be content to remain in the corner, watching the world pass by. Once again, I told myself, it was time to laugh.
Two months later, here I am. Not quite the "gung-ho" attitude I was hoping for, but at least it's not five years.
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Hello, TMF world. What fun through yonder 'window' breaks?
