Been A While

Well it has been quite  while since I blogged.  I feel like my entire life has fallen apart but that there are amazing strings that are holding it together.  

I left Joe in May.  May 27, 2013, I told him that I wanted a divorce.  I finally decided that enough was enough and that the hope of love wasn't enough to keep my marriage together.  I couldn't stay for the kids because what would that be teaching them.  

I started dating a man that I have cared from since my youth.  He is great and treats me wonderfully.  It is a new thing for me to be loved the way that he does. I have had the most honest conversations with him.  It is refreshing to be able to be 100% me.  

My grandfather died on August 15, 2013.  It was so hard to breathe that day.  I knew the day was coming, I thought that I was ready.  I wasn't ready, are we ever ready.  His service was beautiful and my grandmother is moving forward day by day.  minute by minute I am sure.  She is strong and she is determined.  

I quit my job because the stress of everything and then the job stress was slowly killing me.  Okay maybe it was quickly killing me.  I am starting a new job that I am excited about and I think that it will be fun.  

And the Florida State Seminoles won the National Championship.  It was a long time coming.  Those men worked hard.  They deserved to win it all.  I am so proud of them and I am super excited about next football season.  

It is a new year.  A new adventure. I am trusting the process...

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