As 2017 comes to a close I am reminded of the last days of 2015…I was blissfully unaware that I was miserable, locked in a loveless marriage, woefully unprepared for my then-husband leaving me, and certainly less than ready for the litany of strangeness and upheaval that was to come in 2016.
And yet here I am: living across the country, watching my beautiful son attend his last year of high school, busting my ass for a job I believe in, and becoming the family I’ve always wanted.
Lots of ups and more than my fair share of downs have accompanied the last two years. But through it all (with the help of my family, and friends who have become family) I survived, clawing my way back from the brink on more than one occasion. Knowing what I’ve survived gives me the courage to fight daily for what matters most.
My life has become distinctly mine. Gone are the days of complacency, and stagnation. Each and every morning has become a gift, and I refuse to waste such things.
The world might be a giant mess, but my little corner is bright and joyous.
Happy Holidays from my family to yours.
Oh, and Happy New Year! 🍾✨❤️