Sitting at the airport, one 6 hour flight and the holidays are over.
It was good to return to Bali, where I went to right after the separation last year.
This time around, I saw so much more of whats going on, continued the friendly discussions with our driver, who we first met last year.
The Balinese people who I was fortunate to talk to understand the challenges of divorce and single parenting. But we also got preferential treatment wherever we went - I think mostly due to my blond 5 year old daughter - I milked it for everything I got anyway ...
Finally caught up with some sleep and mostly ignored emails and messages.
Of course there would have to be email exchange with my ex, and of course she had to answer the kids phone call whilst on a date.
But these were just exercises to test my resolve.
I have to admit that it got to me a little bit.
But I was able to step back, observe my feelings and question them .
Was I jealous?
Was I upset ?
Well, I used to love this woman and was married to her. After only one year of separation, I'd think that it would be unusual not to have any emotional response.
Secondly, it's her narcissism, which makes it all so cringe-worthy.
And then of course my kids.
My boy told me that he wished during the Christmas night, that we would be one happy family again.
My daughter, told me that she missed her mother.
How could that not get to me? - this would break anyone's heart. I am a person with empathy, of course it hurts me when my children are hurting.
But - I can only control myself: Be the best dad I can be, under given circumstances.
Make the best out of the set of cards I received.
I have read a lot about acceptance and ownership, about concentrating on the presence. And I believe that's the only way forward.
And yes, there will be challenges.But the same challenges which would have given me sleepless nights in the past, now barely touch the surface.
Tonight, I will drop the kids off from the airport straight at her place - and it will be tough as hell.
The house will be quite and dark, when I come home.
But I have done that now so many times, I know how to deal with it.
I have plans to socialize this week, on the weekend I will do some volunteer beach clean up work and go on a bush walk. The woman, I had coffee with, is happy to meet me for indoor rock climbing.
All is good.