In the midst of pandemic lockdown, it feels as if the world is ending, and yet, the most stressful part of my life is scrolling through my Instagram feed. It seems as if a new celebrity break-up is announced every day. These are people I care about!
I’m one of those people who believes in loving my job, and I do, immensely. In fact, I’m not ashamed to say that it’s how I define myself. But that definition comes with consequences, when you’re not willing to let it go . . . and I wasn’t.
I filed a petition for personal bankruptcy for the Chief Executive Officer of a publicly traded corporation who personally grossed a salary of $30,000 per month. “Wait! What?” you exclaim.
Sharing a secret happens more often than you would think in the collaborative divorce process, in which we have two folks parting ways. Perhaps they’re parting ways because one of them withheld a secret and now wants to unburden himself.
Magic! It permeates my life. It’s why the collaborative divorce process has affected me so deeply. I talk a lot about the fact that my parents were divorced when I was seven and about how my mother loaded us kids into the van and moved us 3000 miles across the country.
I was reading a novel (about a magician) the other day and happened upon an incident in which the hero mentions that he doesn’t really believe in ostentatious ceremonies. His mentor, in celebrating his protégé’s achievement of the rank of magician, responds.