One Year and Two Days

It’s officially been a year. One year from the day that it all ended. Sunday was the “anniversary” date of the big goodbye and I spent it listening to my body and giving myself all the grace and compassion that I needed. If you want to know the full story of what happened last year, you can read about it here.

Sunday was the super bowl, but I didn’t even turn on the TV. I slept in, I painted my hallway some. I stopped painting when I wanted to. And then I met up with one of my dearest friends. We took a yoga class, ate carry out Vietnamese food, and drank wine as we chatted the night away. Honestly, it was a pretty good day.

I might have felt a little off but that was to be expected. I felt sad every now and then. Not because I missed the relationship or my ex. I was sad simply because this was never what I would have wanted for myself. Obviously, divorce wasn’t the plan. But the sadness ebbs and flows just as the tides drift in and out. In other words, the sadness soon gave way to contentment. Contentment for my new life. A new found peace for this place that I have found myself. A since of comfort.

So here I am. One year later and I think I’ve made some pretty sweet lemonade, if you ask me. I didn’t just make it out alive, I’ve begun to take hold of my life in a way I’ve never done before. I’m moving forward and I feel excited about what is to come. I feel deeply hopeful about my future and that alone feels really good.

Cheers to my year of firsts finally coming to an end. Cheers to a bright future.

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