Reminders of how far I've come

My dear friends, I don't know where to start.

I am so very taken aback by your kindness. I was in Camrose at the Public Library yesterday for my first official book reading and signing. As I began reading, I realized it was supposed to be.......out loud! I jest of course, but these days I am having 'fun'. Public Speaking is/was my first love. To be able to go out and speak about something that was once so devastating is empowering. It does not make me feel sad. It reminds me of how far I've come. If I can make it, OTHER'S can as well.

The strangest feeling overtook me on my drive out to Camrose. It's the first time I felt it since last year's misfortune. I felt sorry for my ex.

I can hardly believe I'm writing this, but I DO. You see when I look at our respective lives, I'm retired, he's not. I wake up every day to loving, happy messages. I know I did nothing wrong; I neither lied nor cheated. Everyone in my life today is loving and kind. There are no takers, users or freeloaders. I'm excited about my future. I have a number of trips coming up with Karen Maluta, and I can't wait till the fall; it's my favourite time of year.

Do I forgive what my ex did? I'm not there, however I can honestly say I now feel sorry for him.

The day he left me he said it might be the biggest mistake of his life . I don't know if it was and I'll never know. It may well have been the 'best' decision of his life.

What gives me great comfort today is that it no longer matters to me.

Thank you Camrose and Lisa Cumming for making me feel like a real author. xox