Reaching Out

When the proverbial shit is hitting the fan, it's important to reach out to friends, family the guy on the subway or anyone willing to listen. 

In the past, my tendency is not.  I was the girl with her ducks in a line.  I'm the girl with the plan and project after project on the go.  I know what I'm doing now, then I know what's next, and I don't need anyone to tell me anything.  Or so I thought.

When my husband, let's call him D. walked out the door that night, I felt like the rug of my carefully planned life was pulled out from under me.  He begged me to call someone, anyone and talk to them.  I felt like I had no one to talk to.  I felt like my friends leaned on me, but I didn't need to do any leaning, ever, and that's why I felt like I had no friends or no one to turn to during a most difficult time.

I should mention at this point that I was as geographically far as I could possibly be from my closest family and friends.  Time zones, oceans and continents separated us.