Divorce (IMO) is reset button. It’s a chance for me to build a better life for myself, to learn to be independent, to grow as an individual as opposed to as a “couple”, an opportunity to find new happiness, it’s freedom from “us” and now it’s All About ME!

Sure I had it easy because my Ex and I are still friends and our split was for the most part quite amicable. And I realize in many cases it may not seem so much “greener grass”, but for me it is… or at least this is how I choose to perceive it.

So why should I be subjected to feeling pitied for? Why should I be made to feel guilty for celebrating this milestone in my life?

It’s time society change their views. I am not a victim. I don’t need your sad faces when I mention I’m divorced. I am embracing my decision to end the life I started and begin anew.

Perhaps I just need to develop a new term or hybrid of the word to make my situation more acceptable to others. Would that help?

Suggestions are welcome in comments!
/rant.

As of Wednesday, Aug. 11th the former Mr. Diva and I are officially Divorced. I haven’t made much mention of it here, but many of you knew and I am sure many more of you figured it.

Things ended amicably and we still remain friends, which is great compared to some of the horror stories of divorce I’ve heard.

Now that I am a free agent I’m celebrating my single-dom and really enjoying my life as an independent. Even though it can (and does) get a little lonely at times, but hey that’s why they make pets, right?

Adjusting to a single income has probably been the biggest challenge, but I am managing and will continue to find ways to cut back and live with-in my means even if it means no new shoes or fancy makeup

So what’s next?

Well in addition to a site redesign and the relaunch of the podcast, I think I’m just going to live life and see what comes along. I figure I’ll either find the right path or it will eventually find me

More posts in Draft coming soon! I never did finish up the recap of #Bloggersinbabeland so be on the lookout!

XOXO Diva

Well, it is for me! SingleEdition (The Premier Lifestyle destination for Singles) and Babeland (The Adult Toy Shop run by Women) are hosting a cocktail party for all the sexy single bloggers tomorrow @ Babeland in Soho.

Details & Registration info Here!

Even though I can’t afford to attend the actual convention, I can’t wait to crash this lil’ bash so I can See/Meet/Make friends with a bunch of awesome bloggers! I’ll be sure to Live Tweet and post pics!!

Umm… and hello?? How hot are THESE??? <—Not safe for Work

Over the weekend I stepped back into my old my old life for a moment…I revisited my old home, which I left behind seven months ago.

I’d been meaning to make time to go back and pick up a few items I’d left behind, but each time I found an excuse not to. I guess I felt like it would always be there for me even though I know it wont.

In my head there is a piece of me that feels like I am living in that life still. When I think of Home… when I speak of “home”… that is the place my mind sees.

I wonder how much longer before I feel at “home” in my new dwelings…Will I ever? Perhaps never. Maybe I am not supposed to, maybe this is an intermidate between homes and I should continue to look forward to the future and what comes next.

I guess I’m just happy …
That I finally took the time to go back.
That now I might be able to find some closure.
That I can look to a future of my choice.
That I have a place of my own, despite it not feeling a home.
That in the past year I have grown to learn so much about who I am, just me, and continue to do so every day.
That I have all that I do despite all the mistakes I have made in my past and the life I left behind.

“I’m not like them but I can pretend
The sun is gone but I have a light
The day is done but I’m having fun
I think I’m dumb or maybe just happy
Think I’m just happy…”
-Nirvana, Dumb

I’m sure you are all just dying to hear about my Date on Saturday, but I have another agenda in mind this morning. A little inspiration from my new friend and fellow blogger Skylar Smythe.

Yesterday was Easter and typically I spend the Holiday, as most do, with family. Dad makes Lamb and we sit around catching up over bloody mary’s, but this year was a little different. It was not only my first Easter single, but I was completely alone. Dad & Co. took off to Paris for vacation, my sister Lu Lu is with her boyfriend and his family and my mom lives 300+ miles away.

The “alone” part didn’t really bother me much despite being in this big empty house. I slept in (which was much needed after being out till 2 am), woke late morning and made a delicious brunch of my personal rendition of Eggs Benedict with grilled asparagus. As Nana would say … It was heavenly.

Mid-afternoon rolled around and I decided to put on some tunes and soak in a nice hot bath. It was so relaxing that I started to doze off a bit when it occurred to me that if should fall asleep in the bath, like I used to do quite often as a child, there would be no one checking in on me, no one to drain the water before I went under, and who knows how long it would be before someone actually noticed I was not around!?

Sure work would eventually be wondering why I hadn’t shown up, but really how long would it be before I was actually Missing? Do you ever stop to wonder of such?

I’m going to have to add this to the top of my list of reasons why being single kinda sucks. I’m really look forward to being able to soak in a tub to the point of relaxation where I can fall asleep with out worry I’ll drown myself.

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday with less morbidness