In a way it’s kind of cruel to put this here, but it’s close enough.

It’s 1.30am. I’ve just realised that today is… or rather, would have been… my second wedding anniversary. We were married on the six-year anniversary of our first kiss. Yet in about two months, I’ll be filing paperwork for the divorce.

It’s quite odd, because I really wasn’t sure how I’d be feeling about today. Was chatting to ReadyToSoar a little while ago, and now realise that in a way it’s a day to be positive about, because it’s a reminder of just how far I’ve come… and can continue to go.

It’s been a bumpy road, but I’ve always believed that there are certain paths that must be travelled in life to get to where you truly need to be. The direction in which I thought I was travelling turned out to be a detour… but has given me the much-needed opportunity to discover who I really am. Whilst I still have little miserable moments, it’s been worth the difficult times for that alone.

So… what am I ridding myself of? Well, a marriage that wasn’t really meant to be, yet seems to have been a necessary chapter in the story of my life. A vision of the future that turned out to be quite inaccurate. The dream itself I’ll hang on to… but it has had to go on hold for at least a little while longer.

On a more practical level, I still have a wedding dress hanging in a cupboard in the spare bedroom… along with wedding and engagement rings that I need to dispose of. This will all happen in due course. And I’ll continue to travel along the path to whatever it is that my future holds.