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Day 1: Getting Started

I've been thinking about writing a blog for awhile and when I saw a post on Nesting Place (http://www.thenester.com/2012/09/preparing-for-31-days.html) about her 31 Days project, I decided it was the perfect time to start.

I hope that with "One Is Just A Number", I can help women enjoy life on their own. Since my divorce, I've been adjusting to being single after being part of a couple for 14 years. From simple things like grocery shopping for just one person to walking into a party by myself, my life has been about accepting how things are now. The tagline comes from my favorite Joseph Campbell quote: "We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us." The hardest thing for me has been to let go of the life I had planned, the one where I was married until death parted us and imagine a life that could be good without my ex-husband in it.

Through this blog I want to discover all the possibilities in my future and move forward to enjoying the life that is waiting for me. I'd be honored if you'd join me on my journey.
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  1. UnknownOctober 1, 2012 at 4:46 PM

    Hello. Visiting from the Nester. I love that quote. We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us. My friend recently lost her husband to cancer. She is finding her way.
    I am from Holimess - I Wear Pink.

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    1. AndreaOctober 1, 2012 at 7:31 PM

      Hi Donna, I'm sorry to hear about your friend's loss. Thank you for visiting.

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