I used to be married, in a home, with babies on the brain.
Then I lost it all: the husband, the home, and the baby fever.
I was a single, divorced woman whose life had just been changed in almost every way.
I moved into my first apartment all on my own at age 27.
I went on my second date at age 28 (I had only dated one man in my entire life prior to this).
I started looking at all of my life decisions and reevaluating everything. I started learning more than I ever thought possible.
I started doing new things I never thought of before and attending fun, social events all alone.
I started thinking about my career and where in the world I wanted to go with it (instead of feeling stuck).
I started taking this blog exactly where I wanted it to go.
I decorated my apartment just. the. way. I. wanted. to.
I found strength I never knew I had.
I found a depth of happiness I didn’t know existed.
I built a community all by myself.
I asked for help more than I ever have before (this is a good thing since I’m stubborn and need to learn to let others help me).
I opened my mind to the unlimited adventures that world was dangling in front of me. None of which I had ever dreamt of before.
While all of these things were happened: the change, the adventures, the pain, the crying montages, the joy, I would sometimes think: Whoa. All of this almost never happened to me. I was on a path where none of these things and these revelations would have ever occurred.
Thank God I didn’t miss this adventure and settle for the easier path. I couldn’t imagine having missed out on a single minute of this new adventure.
Ok future: bring it on. I totally got this. You’ve shown me I have more strength than I ever thought possible, so here it goes: you take it from here.