One Spring Day

It was an extremely difficult Month 1. I was at the rock bottom.

Cried a lot, slept a little, cried a lot, eat a few bites, slept a bit.
Rinse and repeat.

Travelled across the globe. Cried in the middle of a random subway station.
Cried sitting in the beautiful garden of a tranquil guest house. Cried
strolling along the beautiful beach of Jeju. Cried listening to the wave
shattering onto the rocky cliff. Because that was exactly how I felt about my
life at that moment in time: All my dreams, hopes and loves were shattered by
the double the betrayals that I was trying to cope with.

It has been a difficult Month 2. Still cried once every few days. But sleep
was getting better. I could sleep through the night on most nights. My appetite
was also getting better.

I read that it takes about 61 days for a person to break a “habit”, and it
works the same for love. It will take about the same amount of time to break
the habit of Love.

I’m slowly breaking my old routines and habits. While it’s never easy to do
so, it feels so liberating!

I moved out. I’m working on the divorce. I’m setting up my very own home
with my kids (and a whole lot of help from friends and families). I’m building
a new life and starting to write the first chapter of my Book of Life.

At 44, I get to start over and choose the path I want to travel, free from
judgement, commitment or attachment.

My 61^st day is fast approaching, and I cannot wait for June 17 to
get here!