While I was tempted to start a new blog entirely, given the passage of time (yet more importantly what feels like the passage of many lives) since my last post....I decided right here is where I need to pick up my proverbial dusty pen and begin again.  So much of my journey is a spiraling- revisiting the same haunted spaces, yet with slightly different vantage points still trying to learn the lesson I'm being shown but still can't see, so it seems befitting to continue where I left off....
  This go around, I'm too tired for the fluff- sorry, I know my fluff is generally entertaining yet I've learned it's the curtain I hide behind, sooooo you are getting the raw naked deal now. Time to heal. Time to push through the still ever present tears and fears and pit in my stomach- it is really getting old to be afraid of oneself and one's demons in the closet. Some days I bet there isn't even anything in the closet anymore, but I'm so used to being afraid it is just easier to hit repeat than find a new song.

Ok, blah blah LOTS has happened. I fell in love a couple of times, with different people in different ways for different parts of me for different things I needed at the time. Quite interesting to experience your teens and 20s and half of your 30s in the span of just a couple of years. Exhilirating, exhausting, fun as hell and left me totally depleted (A Shari experience personified). All very necessary and all very scary for my friends who had front row seats, yet I wouldn't change a day. I needed each one of them.

And then I met...the one. THE. ONE. While the ride is a tad bumpy at the moment, I believe with all of my heart that as bumped and bruised as he (and I) are, G-d dumped my prince on my lap in the strangest of ways...of course He did, He knew it would be the only way I'd slow my crazy train down long enough to notice. And boy did I notice. A whirlwind stripping of all of my jadedness, disbelief, disinterest- I turned instantly into one of 'those' people who daydreamed outloud with my One about growing old, wearing matching tshirts, and holding hands while laughing and kissing for the rest of our lives. Ewwww, I know- I'd be the first one to scream it. G-d shut me up but GOOD. Humbled and blessed, I savored and drank in every single minute. Never taking it for granted, never doubting (huh, you say?? Shari doubts doubt!) I trusted and believed and surrendered happily. And so did he.

I was hoping I finally was getting to the good chapters of my story and was prepping to coast for a bit. But, as per usual, man plans and G-d laughs. His holy ass off, pardon my French. The One has some healing and processing and growing to do, as he tumbled out of his old life, stood up, looked around and while holding my hand still, announced suddenly- holy crap, who what where how and now what? Very necessary series of questions, ones I remember well myself.....Silly me thought given that we were holding hands and madly in love, The One might have gotten a free pass to the hard sticky painful parts of the building a new life since I was there to help decorate, process and cuddle. But alas, The One needs to do it on his own. And sense his own power and strength. And heal from things he never knew burned him so badly for all of that time. So The One seems to have dropped my hand at the moment. For those of you who know me, I don't do dropped hands well. At All. Especially when it's the first hand I've ever trusted. Whoa. NOT COOL and slightly earth shattering. I was floored. We have a plan and it's working. And we love like no other. And I see light for the first time and hope. And now my hand is invisible since He dropped it! Along with the rest of me!
So now we stand...distance feeling farther and farther by the minute. Because, ironically, (not really as G-d laughs) The One has embarked on the journey Miss Shari has tried to avoid for 38 and 3/4 years......stand independently. Feel your own power. Sense your own self love. Become whole so then you can truly move forward. Cmonnnnnnn....didn't I dance around this enough to have kinda passed this class? Apparently not. So now I stand in a place of absolute terror with The One so close but so far, facing the unknown of what will be all while finally seeing- Shar, it's time to surrender, blow open all the dark corners, clean it all out and finally be you. Not using The One's kind eyes, but using my own eyes. Answer that inner child who hates herself, who knows you are all wrong when you say Shari can do anything- Shari can't do crap.
We have hit all time lows, people. Pills, bed, no food, no drink, a blink or two if I have to. I am paralyzed. And guess where I turned.....well, by default as my blackberry that has buzzed every second for a very long time suddenly was silenced.....my faith has started to return. I hate to say it, but I'm doing all open and honest this time, I had no one else to talk to. My friends can only hear me for so much (understandable) and I can only tolerate my own voice for even less than that (also understandable). So....Hashem? Knock, knock. Remember me?? I know You do because I wholeheartedly believe You, Mr All knowing, knew the only way to get me to turn back to you was to hit me where it hurts- my heart. A heart that once belonged to you that got trampled on by lots of bad things so yes, my faith got thrown out with the court papers. And I humbly apologize for that. But Dude- I need Your help. I want a real, whole life. Not a segmented one with my amazing boys who many times feel like they just guest star in my reality show because of the schedule and their father. I will fight for my life this time. I will grow and change and persevere not because I reallly get it this time, but BECAUSE I HAVE NO CHOICE THIS TIME. I better learn these lessons this round and blossom out of this hole because I don't believe I have another shot. So I pray for me, I pray for The One, I pray for our kids and I am crossing all fingers and toes that it will matter.
This time failure or hiding ain't options.
I want to heal and be strong and be who I was supposed to be at 5 but never became. And find passion for work and drive to succeed and raise my kids and help The One raise his own as well as support him through his journey, because while he may feel alone, there is no doubt the Grandmas and G-d are watching with popcorn to see how long it takes us to fumble out of our corners and as whole people, right back into each other's arms...dancing to Rihanna of course. Funny, it had to take a gorgeous blue eyed dimpled man for me to bother looking at myself. I'm slightly pissed, brutally hurt and forever indebited to my One for shlepping me through the trenches because what's gotta get down needs to get done NOW.
here we go.......