Confessions From a Book Voyeur

I have a confession to make.

I am a book voyeur.

Whenever I enter a space for the first time, I immediately scan the room for bookshelves. If my eyes are lucky enough to land upon shelves laden with tomes, I find myself pulled towards the books as surely as iron to a magnet. My head soon takes on that particular tilt used to read the turned titles and my hand gently glides along the spines. As I scan the selections, I am taking in information about their owner: interests, abandoned hobbies, areas of study, preferred escapes and future dreams. The books don’t waste time on small talk; each one is there for a purpose and that is communicated through its glossy cover.

Sometimes, even if I am in mid-conversation, I start to slide the books off the shelf, one at a time, and flip through them. If one catches my eye, I will sit cross-legged on the floor next to the bookshelf and I will begin to read. I have been known not to stop until the final page is turned.

My ex-husband and I had hundreds of books between us. We each had our own nonfiction libraries. Mine was filled with math and science books, his with graphic design and rendering texts. We had a co-mingled fiction library overrun with horror and scifi. When I left, I left most of that library behind, as I no longer had the space to store so many books. In the past few years, I have accumulated a small collection again. A collection that speaks to visitors about me.

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Calculus& Trig books: I rescued some of the main books I used to use for tutoring from my old house. I haven’t tutored in the past 3 years, but it is always a fallback income. I also have a full collection of math books (algebra & geometry) in my classroom.

Mary Roach’s books: These are the only other rescues. I had just discovered her when my ex left and I couldn’t bear to part with them yet.

Nutrition and wellness texts: These were from my certification program to become a nutrition and wellness coach.

The Lucifer Principle: I picked this up in the bargain aisle at Barnes and Noble while waiting for a date.

Javascript: This was a gift from my dad as I was exploring career options post-divorce. I made it about 1/3 of the way through (doing the exercises along the way) and I fully intend to complete the program.

Shift : I love this book. I use its ideas with coaching clients all the time.

Growing Through Divorce :The only divorce themed book on my shelf, other than mine:)

Lessons From the End of a Marriage: Still feels strange to see my dream in paperback.

The Sociopath Next Door: The first reading I did that gave me something to think about regarding my ex’s mental state.

Hiking and camping books: Duh. You can’t tell me you’re surprised? πŸ™‚

Dictionary: I usually use the one on the computer, but I sometimes like to read the real version for fun. Nerd alert #1.

Stephen Hawkins: Nerd alert #2.

Stephen King: He has been my favorite author since I was 10. I used to have the entire collection. Now, I have two real books and many more on my Kindle. I love his blend of gritty reality and fantasy.

In Search of the Warrior Spirit: This is one that Brock loaned me that ended up in my collection. All his reading centers on martial arts, survival, and training. He directs some of them my way and I’m often surprised to find how much I relate. I love how he and I learn parallel lessons through different avenues.

Dean Koontz and Six Degrees of Separation: Nope, not related except that I bought them from the same used book store on an emergency book run while on a visit to San Antonio.

Nicholas Evans – The Divide: Waaaay out of my usual genre. This was snatched from my mom’s bookshelf on that same trip. This is why I love my Kindle so much – I never have to worry about running out of books again:)

Seattle books: These were a gift from my dad when I was planning on moving to the rainy city.

The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao: This was a hand me down from a guy I briefly dated.

Mental Floss’s History of the World: I love Mental Floss’s brand of intellectual entertainment. My mom bought this for me from the Carlos Museum’s gift shop while she was in Atlanta for a visit.

During our first holiday season together, Brock grew tired of the spread of books that followed me around his house. He bought me a Kindle, expecting that small tablet would eliminate the literary clutter. Much to his dismay, for the first year or so, it was simply another book, keeping the library loans company. In time, however, I have shifted my reading habits. The library now offers Kindle loans and Amazon always has a selection of free reads. I rarely read print books anymore. This works well for me. It saves space, time, and wrist strength. I thought I would miss the tangible feel of the paper and the distinctive odor that belies the age of the pages, but I do not. What I do miss is the decreasing ability to scan bookshelves. I have no shame in handling the books of a near-stranger, but I would never dream of pursuing the menu of someone’s e-reader of choice. Our choice of books has become more private even as we increasingly live our lives openly online.

Consider yourself warned. If I ever find myself invited into your space, your medicine cabinet is safe. You can trust me with your wallet or your kids. But you might need to watch me around your books:) After all, it’s only fair. I showed you mine.

Love After Divorce: Reflection on a Journey, Part 3

 

Our blended family:)
Our blended family:)

Love After Divorce: Reflection on a Journey, Part 1

Love After Divorce: Reflection on a Journey, Part 2

 

I was planning on moving in with Brock in June, once my lease had expired. Maddy, my elderly cat from my former life, moved in a bit early. I had asked Brock to look in on her while I was in San Antonio over spring break. He elected to go ahead and move her into his place. Brock had never owned a cat and wasn’t really a ‘cat person.’ Plus, we had Tiger to be concerned about. He is an amazing and very obedient dog that is not aggressive in the slightest, but he does outweigh Maddy by a good 90 pounds. Plus, at the time of her arrival into his home, he was still full of boundless (and clumsy) puppy energy.

Five Reasons My Cat is Smarter Than Me

Brock was amazing at orchestrating their introduction. He began by studying Cesar Millan’s recommendations for animal introductions, especially since Tiger had already been dog whispered. We brought Maddy over in her crate and set her on the floor. Brock used his body language to claim the cat as his while Tiger was allowed to sniff around. Maddy had known and loved dogs; she lived with 3 in our previous life. However, she was older and had also been traumatized by multiple moves and time spent around a growing baby. She was hesitant. But eventually, Brock and Tiger both won her over. She is now more social and less fearful than she has ever been. She has learned how to relax and trust others. Some parallels with her momma, perhaps? πŸ™‚

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Brock and I sometimes get irritable with each other. We get frustrated and occasionally feel misunderstood. This doesn’t happen often. (And, when it does, it’s usually about me feeling overwhelmed. Go figure.) We always work through the issues. It takes some time. I usually have to release some emotion first and it takes him time to find the right words. But eventually we get there.

He is a fire building machine -  a great asset on camping trips!
He is a fire building machine – a great asset on camping trips!

It’s strange. Now that I know that a disagreement doesn’t mean he’s about to walk out the door, I like them. No, that doesn’t mean that I like to argue. I don’t; it’s not my nature. What I like is that it feels real. My ex and I didn’t agree on everything, but we rarely had to deliberately and methodically work things out. In retrospect, I think he actively avoided conflict and, with my anxiety, I was all too happy not to rock the boat. I have had to learn all over again to speak up when I need to and to be prepared to work it all the way through. I also have learned from Brock’s humility; he is always ready to admit when he is wrong or doesn’t know something. He has helped me see the world through the eyes of a constant learner, leaving my ego checked at the door.

Pardon Me Ego, I Need to Get Through

I am happier now than I ever have been. I don’t have the paralyzing fear of losing Brock like I did my ex. I’m secure in my attachment. I am more aware of our “individualness” within the partnership. I said about my ex,

“He had become fully enmeshed in my existence. Teasing the strings of him out of me would take time and a patient hand. I needed to find out where he ends and I begin.”

I don’t think I’ll ever feel that way again. I don’t if that is good or bad, but it is. That individuality is what creates some of the conflict, but it also means that we are each healthy and functional in are own rights. I feel like we are both conscious in our decisions and our choices. We are together because we want to be together, not because we are afraid to be apart. And that feels amazing.

It's difficult to see in the lighting, but these are two trees that have grown together at points.
It’s difficult to see in the lighting, but these are two trees that have grown together at points.

What Set Theory Can Teach Us About Marriage

It’s been interesting during the progression of our entire relationship – I went from acting married with short-term dates (not intentionally, it was just what I was used to) to being a step behind Brock during our courtship. He said, “I love you” first, he started using “our” first, and he was the one to initiate a real talk about marriage first. I am so thankful that we moved slowly. Too fast and he would have probably shut down and I would not have had the needed time to heal and move forward myself. It has been great to enjoy each stage without worrying about what the next has to offer.

Flowers in the Vitamix. That's how we roll:)
Flowers in the Vitamix. That’s how we roll:)

We had talked about marriage, more in the abstract than anything, at various points throughout our relationship. Neither one of us felt a strong need to legalize our relationship. We had no internal or external pressure to wed. We had been exclusive and committed for years. We shared a home and a joint account for home expenses (don’t worryΒ  – I still have my own separate accounts too:) ). I could tell that Brock was wanting more. We completed paperwork to give the other the power to make medical decisions. We became emergency contacts and beneficiaries. But still, he felt like there was more.

Removing the “Re”

Last August, we were visiting friends on the Georgia coast. (Let’s Go On An Adventure) We took a day trip over to Cumberland Island. While we were walking along the deserted dunes together, he asked, “Would you ever want to get married again?” I pulled a Lisa and gave him a non-answer, talking about how I wasn’t opposed to marriage and I had liked being married, etc., etc. He asked again. I said the same things. He asked a third time. By this time, we were spread out on the beach on our respective towels. I turned towards him, realization finally breaking through my defenses.

“Yes, I would.”

“Good,” he replied, “because I already made an appointment to go look at rings.”

The note that appeared on my desk a few days later.
The note that appeared on my desk a few days later.

I could have chosen to stay walled off. I could have decided to never risk love again. But life on those terms isn’t worth it to me. I’d rather love again and risk the loss than live with the certainty of being alone. I’m ready to embrace love with all its beautiful imperfections and glorious uncertainties. I choose to love.

My boys:)
My boys:)

With my ex, cohabitation, engagement, and marriage all felt about the same. That’s not the case this time. Mainly because of how it has impacted Brock – he has been much more vulnerable and open since that day. He never thought he would get married and, now that it is going to happen, he is able to relax more and reveal more. As for me? It just feels right. I love this man and I want that known. I love how we challenge each other and encourage the other to learn and grow. We have both learned from our pasts and have made different choices this time around. I do want to be married again. This time for real.

Tamely = team + familyThe memory card is already full of our adventures and I look forward to adding many more!
Tamely = team + family
The memory card is already full of our adventures and I look forward to adding many more!

 

Dating After Divorce: Ten Tips for Success

Dating after divorce tends to be a deliberate action, entered into consciously and tentatively after years or even decades with the same person.Β  This can be an opportunity for you to clarify your needs and the needs of a relationship before you step out on that first date.Β  The following are my suggestions for your ten commandments of dating after divorce.

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One: Your “Must Haves”

Take some time to generate this list; do not assume what it contains.Β  You may be surprised to realize that there are aspects of your ex that you want again or perhaps characteristics that were not important before but are now.Β  For me, my ex was never a match for me physically (I’m not talking about intimacy here; we were an excellent match in the bedroom).Β  I loved to run and lift weights, and enjoyed the social aspect of exercise, whereas he only exercised to lose weight and even then was very private about it.Β  I knew that I wanted someone that would join me on a run or meet me at the gym.Β  I also wanted someone for whom fitness and exercise was a way of life, not just an opportunityto cinch in the belt a bit.Β  As you list your “must haves,” try not to censor them; your subconscious may know more about what you need than your rational mind does at this point.

Two: Your “Must Not Haves”

This list compliments the one above and, in fact, you may find that it is generated at the same time.Β  Like with your “must haves,” you may find that some of these are rather concrete and others are vague and hard to define.Β  That is okay.Β  List them.Β  Even the ambiguous will have meaning to you as you meet people. Two of my items on the “must not have” list were 1) cannot be dishonest (uhmm..great.Β  How do I tell this on a date?) and 2) cannot have kids or want kids (I have pretty strong feelings on this one and it’s not fair to start a relationship with someone who does not match me here).Β  Once you have your lists generated, keep them handy and allow them to be modified or updated as you date and meet new people.Β  They are not set in stone, but they are also not be ignored, especially if you find yourself in the biochemical throes of love lust.

Three: Release Expectations and View Each Encounter as a Lesson

This is a big one.Β  First a reality check.Β  Life is not a romance novel nor a Hollywood movie.Β  That insufferably cute and perfect couple at the park is either in the biochemical throws of lust or has another side to their relationship that you do not see.Β  No one is perfect.Β  No date is perfect.Β  No relationship is perfect.Β  Just let that thought go like a helium balloon in the wind.

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Not every date you go one will be good, but every date you go one will teach you something.Β  Try to enter every encounter with an open and curious mind, ready to receive the lessons to come.Β  On some dates, you might learn about someone else, some you may learn about yourself, and yet others you may learn about the intricacies of being a private pilot for a billionaire (yup, true story there).Β  If you enter each date excepting a positive experience, you will be disappointed at least some of the time.Β  If you approach the meeting as a lesson, you will never be let down and you will gain valuable (or at least interesting) information in the meantime.

Four: Be True to Yourself

The period after divorce is a vulnerable time.Β  You may feel amorphous as you break out of the box that defined you as a spouse.Β  You may feel that the true you is unlovable and seek to change your identity.Β  It can be so tempting to expand yourself like a pressurized gas let out of a sealed container.Β  Some expansion and growth is normal and healthy, but make sure that you remain true to yourself and your basic beliefs and values.Β  I started out with a “try anything” approach, but I soon realized that there were “anythings” out there that I had no interest in trying.

Five: Take Baby Steps

This one took me some trial and error.Β  I was so used to being married.Β  I did marriage well, whereas I had no clue how to date.Β  In my first few encounters, I would easily settle in and make myself comfortable as though it was a marriage.Β  It was a known and safe place for me, but not exactly an ideal way to date.Β  There is no rush, no race.Β  Learn to find comfort in the process and the path of dating, rather than being focused on a destination.Β  Move slowly enough that you can appreciate each step and acclimate along the way.

This was a lesson that I learned from my current beau of 2+ years.Β  He emphasized the need to progress slowly, pausing along the way like divers coming from the deep.Β  It allowed both of time to become comfortable and provided opportunity to work through issues as they arose.Β  We were able to set up partnership deliberately, not out of my automatic default setting.

Six: Keep Some Distance

It can be easy to be swept away when you meet someone new.Β  It’s exciting and it feels so good to have that feeling reawaken after you may have been fearing its death.Β  Remember that this feeling is temporary, as the hormones fade back to normal levels, that initial rush will fade too.Β  It’s simple biochemistry.Β  Enjoy the rush when it happens, but maintain enough distance that your rational brain has time to communicate its thoughts to you as well.Β  It’s fine (actually, wonderful) to get caught up in a moment, but don’t let that moment turn into a marriage that you do not intend.Β  Keep some distance so that you can make informed decisions about your future.

Seven: Be Open

I know what you’re thinking:Β  “First she cautions me to keep some distance and now she wants me to be open?Β  Which is it?”

Both.

Be open to new possibilities.Β  Your new paired life may not resemble the old.Β  Your new partner may be different than the former.Β  You, yourself, will most likely change from how you were in your marriage.Β  Be open and willing to investigate these new alternatives.

But keep some distance so that you can check with yourself to make sure that you do not deviate too far from the true you.

When I first joined Match.com, I went out on dates with men that didn’t jive at all with what I thought I liked.Β  I found myself consistently surprised as I found characteristics and attributes attractive that were not on my radar before.Β  If I entered the dating arena with a closed mind, sure of what I liked, I would have never have met those men and learned those lessons.

Eight: Address Your Social Needs

Divorce is alienating.Β  Lonely.Β  The person that you spent most of your time with is gone.Β  You may have lost other friends in the deal or had the nature of friendships slip and slide away.Β  Dating is certainly social, but it should not be the only item on your social calender.Β  In fact, I would recommend that you ensure that you identify your social needs ahead of time (2 hours a week?Β  10?Β  It varies for everyone.) and plan to have 60-80% of those needs met outside of dating.Β  Join a class, sign up for Meetup.com (I swear most of the people I met on Meetups were divorced!), form a social group at the gym…it doesn’t matter how you address your social needs, just don’t put the weight of them at the feet of your dates.

Nine: Have an Outlet

Ever feel angry at your situation?Β  Sad when you think about what you have lost?Β  Ever need to scream?Β  Cry?

Me too.Β  As you enter the dating world, make sure that you have an outlet for these powerful typhoons of emotion.Β  It can be a therapist, a family member, a friend, or even a dog.Β  You don’t have to keep all of your powerful emotions hidden from a date, but you also don’t want to flood him/her with them either.

Ten: Have Fun

Dating is fun.Β  You get to meet new people and engage in new experiences.Β  You get to explore and question, as you see the world in new ways.Β  Don’t forget to laugh and enjoy yourself along the way.

Dating After Divorce: When Are You Ready?

Why I Never Want to Get REmarried

Marriage
Marriage (Photo credit: auddess)

Remarriage

I recently met a fellow divorcee and runner over breakfast in a hotel lobby. We bonded over talk about our respective divorces and our motivations to run the race we had both completed the previous morning. Eventually, she asked the inevitable question: β€œDo you want to get remarried?”

I bristled. Read the rest on the Huffington Post.

Learning to Breathe

I’ve never been very good at breathing.Β 

My childhood was spent with perpetual croup, the seal-barking cough echoing through the house at all hours.Β  Eventually, I was diagnosed with asthma, my lungs plied with drugs that were supposed to encourage them to relax.Β  Regardless of the dosages and names of the medications, I always failed my lung function tests at the allergists.Β  I wasn’t used to failing tests, but I didn’t know how to study for that one.

I adapted to my lungs.Β  I knew when an attack was about to have me helpless in its clutches, I knew when pneumonia was setting in.Β  I let my lungs call the shots and we had an agreement that I would work within their constraints.

Then, one day soon after my 30th birthday, I grew tired of the bondage.Β  I turned the tables on my lungs and informed them I wanted to start running.Β  This was a laughable goal, as I had never even completed the mile running in school.Β  But I was determined.

I started at a local park with a .75 mile loop.Β  My first try was a humbling experience.Β  You see, I was in shape.Β  I lifted weights and could do cardio.Β  I just couldn’t run.Β  Within moments of beginning, my chest heaved, my breathing was rapid and gasping.Β  I was taking in air as though threatened, as though the next breath would never come.Β  I made it one full loop that first day, but I still didn’t know how to run.

Over the next few weeks, I kept at it, returning to the park 3-4 times a week.Β  I starting to trust my body.Β  Believe in my breath.Β  I worked to consciously slow my breathing, pulling air deep down into the unused basement of my lungs.Β  As I learned to breathe, I was able to increase my mileage to the point where I outgrew that park in the next two months.

My breath training extended to yoga.Β  I had been practicing since I was in high school, but I always focused on the positions and movements, not the airflow.Β  Running had brought the breath to consciousness; yoga taught me how to use the breath to calm and energize the body.

Then July came.Β  Disaster struck.Β  I lost contact with my breath, but I didn’t even realize it.Β  I just knew my chest felt constricted, wrapped in bindings carried in by the trauma.Β  I wasn’t able to run or to do yoga, getting even further out of touch with my lungs.Β  It finally took a third party to make the re-introduction; a therapist at a meditation and yoga retreat that autumn after my breath left me.

I lay on the floor of her office, cradled in a soft, fuzzy blanket.Β  She kneeled next to me, her voice soothing and calm.Β  She spoke to my breath, encouraging it to return, assuring it that I was ready to make its acquaintance once again.Β  She spoke to me, telling me to trust my breath, to allow it deep into my lungs.

My chest began to rise, the bindings loosening.Β  As the oxygen flowed in, I felt grounded.Β  Whole.Β  Reconnected.

My breath and I still have a complicated relationship.Β  I frequently don’t find it until a couple miles into a run or 10 minutes into a yoga practice.Β  I still have to encourage it, willing it back into my body, especially when I find myself gripped my stress.Β  It may at times be a tumultuous relationship, but I have no intention of loosing connection with my breath again.