35, Divorce Papers, A New Friend, And A Virus
December 18th marked the beginning of a new year for me... 35. Good grief. Age is but a number, right? Right! I am blessed to make it this far in life, that's for sure. Self - Will ran riot for years on end...so yes, I will wear 35 proudly, with all the grace I have, all the shine I possess, all the no makeup moments I now cherish and walk unashamedly with my scars. Why has it taken me so long to embrace these things? Boy, I have missed out! I have missed loving my body, loving my face, my age, my experiences. It feels good. It feels exciting. I feel vulnerable and open to new journeys.....and here...my friends, are a few. . February marked a milestone. A hard one. One that I spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years praying over. Crying over. Seeking God over. Losing sleep over. Ugh. Agonizing. That is what it was. How do you embark on an ending? Is there even a "right" way? How do you say goodbye? Do you? How do you measure a relationship? I felt alone....