Be Ready . . .
I am ready. I am prepared.
Yet - fast forward to a few days ago when I found out my ex-wife is already remarried (I thought I had until December).
Now I know that I'm better off at this point in my life and I know she is too. I know that we've done all the right things at the right time for the right reasons. The rough stuff and the hurt and horrible is over . . . long over and yet, like any good crisis that doesn't involve having a spare dollar or a smart phone, I was not sure what the heck to do.
I did the only thing I could. I made a crass, coarse joke. I changed the subject. I nodded my head and pretended to be part of the rest of the conversation. I waited until I was alone. I had a good cry (that song is just taking advantage of a chance to make you listen to some classic Brian McKnight). I fell in to a funk for a good 48 hours. I got in a spat with SLF over whether I should go to the emergency room or just make a doctor's appointment for a malady (turns out she was right - ignoring it might have been deadly - I'm on my way to fine now, thanks for inquiring), cried again (because I spatted with the greatest person my life has ever been blessed with over some bullsh*t) and I moved along.
The best part about being caught off guard is that I couldn't be in my own head any longer than the reaction phase. Being unprepared is the new black.