OK, so I'm not done talking about my day. On one hand, it was pretty weird because I really didn't see Diana all day other than the hour or so of time between me getting home and her going to bed. And one of the remarkable things about that is that it's OK. Our relationship is so different than any other I've been in, because we can pretty much do whatever we want and trust each other enough to understand the scope of our solo careers.
The late night was because I met Tim and Lois after work to watch the Cavs, as I haven't seen Lo since CP closed in the fall and Tim and I had some catching up to do since the wedding. Of course I shared photos too. But it was also the first time that we had a chance to really reflect on the insanity of the last four years. No time of my life has been filled with as much love, tears and complete intensity. Tim had a front seat for most of it, which is why it was so appropriate that he be my best man.
I'm so fucking lucky to have had the experiences I have in those four years. Despite going through something as painful as divorce, even that was ultimately filled with love, even if it did hurt like hell. I've been blessed to be at the receiving end of so much love from friends, lovers, and of course, Diana (who is also a friend and lover, obviously).
I've noticed in browsing old blog posts that I've left quite a bit out about what was really going on at various times, in a lot of cases to protect other people, and in other cases to hold on to some of my cards. A part of me wishes I didn't do that, because the richness in detail that comes with the blog helps preserve the memories. It's important to me because it helps remind me of who I was and what I learned. It gets around that selective memory issue I have.
I have noticed that I need to get some of the old photos off of CampusFish and on to Facebook or something before I kill this iteration of the blog (hoping to do so in a few weeks).
I've always been in the habit of getting down some of my deepest feelings, things others do not see, because of the need to purge or to work sensitive stuff out in my head. This on the advice of a counselor when I was in my late teens who suggested I keep a journal. I still have the paper journals I kept from 1970 through 1994 or so that only few people have actually seen.
It's funny you mentioned history. I've had this need to put my history all down into one place. I started to do that when I turned 50 and had my own website and still have the files. I think I got as far as 1997 (when Gordon and I were in the midst of our relationship chaos).
Since then, every is scattered about. Some here, some on LJ. Which is why I began printing stuff to put into binders. The state of various on-line blogs is tentative, as is CF.
I've also been re-reading that history and find it interesting to compare how I felt about then to how I feel now. I've come a very long way.