Two years, too long.

Where do I start? The last time I left off, Mak was in preschool, Jack was starting Middle School and I still had a husband.
Flash forward two years: Mak is in kindergarten, Jack is in eighth grade and the dust has settled around us. EM and I are friends.We shockingly pulled the plug on seventeen years of marriage because we realized that life is too short and we felt that we might actually be better parents (and role models) to our kids living apart than together. Controversial, sacrilegious and scary on many fronts, yes, but once we took that leap and realized that our parachutes had opened and that we had landed safely, it was quite liberating for us both. That isn't to say that we haven't skirted the odd mine or two...
Regardless, I wake up every day and count my blessings. My kids have come through the dissolution relatively unscathed. We are still a family and we still do things together as a family.  Our co-parenting is tight and even though we each technically only have the kids half the time, I have been able to make stabs at resuscitating my directing career and EM is completely and actively involved in their lives. In fact, we have a better relationship now than we did when we were married.
No point in looking back when the future has so much to offer. No point in being scared when you know that your friends and family are there with you arm in arm and in spirit!

Just thought I would bring you up to speed before I shift gears on the next posts.
Is - been a while.