My children left with their father early on a Saturday morning. I stood at my bedroom window and watched as they drove down the long drive way. I watched as the car turned down the street and out of sight. The children were off to create some wonderful summer memories. For the first time in my twelve and a half years as a mother I would not be a part of them. I wiped the tears from my eyes, put on my workout clothes and headed to a Zumba class to escape my thoughts, have fun and work up a terrific sweat.

That afternoon I would start to create my own summer memories that would not include my children, but would help to define who I am... would force me to push the envelope a little... would force me to step outside the box... would force me out of the house to live life and not watch it pass on by. 

That afternoon I would drive alone to New Jersey to spend the night at a friend's house and attend her 40th Birthday. I have never driven through uncharted territory before all alone - In the past I had traveled with friends, room mates, boyfriends, husband, and family. Suddenly I was in the car all by myself. In control of my own music. In control of my own destiny, really. It was also the first time I have ever driven any distance to attend a party where I knew no one. (I knew the host and one other.) A year ago I am not so sure I would have attended such a party even locally.) I ended up having a nice time and I am glad and proud of myself for doing something that took me out of my comfort zone.

I returned on a glorious Sunday and decided to really take advantage of the week. I went to the gym every morning to attend my Zumba classes. I am addicted. Completely hooked. I returned home late morning, showered, at a healthy lunch and decided that instead of cleaning the house all in one sitting I would clean it just a little bit every day. I wrote a little every day. I got my hair cut. I got my hair highlighted. I went out every night. Every night! I caught up with old friends over dinner and drinks. I took naps. I rested. By the end of the week there were still a few things on my list that I had not done. I made sure I got that pedicure I had wanted. I made sure that I got to see Midnight in Paris as I had been wanting to see it. That was something else I had never done before. I had never before been to the movies alone. It was fabulous. I even brought my sandwich with me and a bottle of Stella Artois! I wrapped the beer in an ice back that was then wrapped with a kitchen towel. I tossed a bottle opener into my bag. I had a fabulous date with myself that night! 

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Have a great Sunday and try something different today!

XOXO