Moving On from Moving On
June 11, 2014 at 11:36pm
Musings by Vivvy Walker

When I got divorced people were helpful and understood
I was moving on.
They knew it was a BIGGIE
A big, huge, ginormous time in my life
I was moving on.

They helped me. I helped me.
Everyone was familiar with the process.
The pitfalls. The backtracks.
The wins. The successes.
I was moving on.

And now I am firmly entrenched in vague territory.
I have moved on.
And I need to move on. From moving on.
I moved. I packed. And unpacked.
All the baggage. Physical and emotional.

I am post-moving on
I am done.
I no longer need to work ridiculous hours.
Or raise my girls alone.
Or be alone.

I always thought it would be easy when I was done
Moving on.
But it is hard
To reprioritize yet again.
To reorganize my life & thoughts (yet again)

To adjust
To be laid-back. And free. And funny.
I have to constantly remind myself
I'm no longer moving on
That chapter has closed.

It is time for my voice
To be heard.
For my dreams.
To be realized.
For me

I think of the men and women who- like me
Have moved on
And I raise a glass
Coffee, wine, beer, *****
Drink with the little umbrella

I toast you
The changelings, the chameleons
The doers, the movers
And shakers
Those crazy laughing' probies'
Of life post divorce

I toast you
The tortoises
The 'long run' winners
Those plodding wonderful people
Of life post-divorce

I toast you
My fellow butterflies
My new wing-having friends
All those who cried
And then didn't anymore
Post-divorce

I toast you
For bravery
And audacity
And showing me how to move on
From moving on
Post-divorce


~Vivvy Walker 6/12/14