A friend of mine is going through a separation.
Her marriage is ending.
I started to think the other day about this use of the word separation.
Years ago, I only knew it as a baking term.
Do you remember it?
'Separate the yolk and white of one egg.'
But when a marriage ends, it seems to me that the egg has most definitely been scrambled and it may become a quiche but it definitely cannot go back to being an uncooked egg!
The only question that remains is what kind of a quiche?
Hot and spicy or smooth and creamy?
When my first marriage ended, my whole wardrobe changed... and changed again.
I experimented with my hairstyle and went from long to short... very short!
And of course there were other, deeper changes.
It took me a long time to figure out who I was and who I wanted to be.
I wish I had someone then to say 'it's ok to not know,
it's ok to experiment,
you might be going through this even if you weren't going through a separation.'
We all change...
whether we stay in the marriage or whether we go.
Living means changing, and changing again.
Fear of change can hold us back.
But for better or for worse,
we only get to live one life.
So let's make it count!
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