Today on January 2nd of 2023, I am still coming to terms with being diagnosed autistic at the age of 47.
Yesterday was a rough day for me. Yes, the start of 2023, but I realized how sensitive and rigid I am and had this momentary breakdown over feeling attacked in a situation others would not have taken as I did. That being said, the floodgates opened, and I felt as though I ruined every relationship in my past.
So, as I did many moons ago, I will use this platform to write about my journey. To get back into writing for me and hopefully help others along the way. I’m not broken, and I hope to see that as this journey continues.
Sometimes we need time with our closest friends. We need to sip coffee, eat breakfast, and chat. The feeling of calm can fill our souls. I’m grateful for this morning with one of those women in my life. I enjoyed a walk first and then met up with her for some one-on-one talk. Perfect morning. Here’s to finding the beauty in each day.
Yesterday I was SOOO productive at work. It felt good to get all my hours in and feel like I got a lot done. I’m hoping for more of the same today.
The first night of Passover was yesterday. I was dated/married a Jewish man who I was with for about 20 years. I’m culturally Jewish and more Jewish than some who are Jewish it seems. Still, I was invited last night to join my Jewish, non-practicing boyfriend and his children and ex-wife for a Seder at his ex-wife’s home. The theme of today’s blog entry is I’m so uncomfortable when I’m just me and them. At the end of dinner his ex asked that we do a family selfie which I felt really uncomfortable doing. In some ways I’m their children’s bonus mom but it’s a little weird for me still. However, the dinner was nice and even a Hamilton the musical Haggadah was used and a couple of songs sung. Not too shabby. All in all it was a nice evening.
Yesterday was a good day. Through this uncertain time it’s nice when good happens. Until tomorrow.