It’s been ten years since my life fell apart. It was spring of ’08. My daughter was five months old, my son was three. My marriage ended, and my job ended. Neither of these events were in my life plan. As the dust settled, I figured I would figure it out. I’d get another job. I’d get another husband. Gimme a couple years, I thought.
Life had other plans for me.
The last ten years have had it all. Euphoric celebration and crippling anxiety. Gratitude and frustration beyond measure. Magic and misery. But mostly, the last ten years have had lessons. I’ve learned who I am. I’ve learned what I’m made of. I’ve learned that I can find my way through anything. I’ve learned to flow with life and enjoy the day I’m on.
Most recently, I learned that the 10-year chapter of gritting my way through life is done. I made the decision. I’m leaving the struggle behind. I’ve worked hard to build myself and my toolbox, and now I’m turning my focus to the new chapter. It’s a chapter of new experiences. A chapter of taking this rebuilt me and seeing what she can do. I’ve worked hard to get here, and I couldn’t be more excited to see what this new chapter brings.