So in my infinite plan to move forward I fell 100 stories to the bottom. We all do things that eventually we hit the bottom from. Its how you recover that counts.
I tread water until I was tired. I swam until I sank. I fought until my mind said I was done. I asked for help and a life preserver was thrown.
I'm now floating to the shore and it feel so good. By next week all the bad will be over and I can start looking forward at the next life I am creating for myself.
My future is finally looking up. I'm 36 and about to embark on the best years of my life. Where it will take me I have no idea, but you know what, I'm up for the challenge.
I have raised my family to the best of my ability and its time to set them free to fly or try. Will they follow me? Maybe, time will tell. I hope they will stand on their own feet, but sometime you have to crawl again to walk.
I love my sister endlessly for everything she does, has done and continues to do for me. She may not always approve, but she wants me to be happy.
Its time to put myself out there. I have less than 4 months before I can happily leave my current job and embark on this new journey.
Wish me luck, because I broke everything in my dropping to the bottom. Now is the time to pick myself up and climb like I never have before!
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