Some things are hard. Like taking off your wedding ring, Facebook reminding you that it’s nearly your anniversary, not hugging them anymore when you say goodbye… there’s a definite grieving for the shared future you thought you’d have. Accepting it though? That’s the hardest part. Just when I think I’m a strong independent woman who don’t need no man, I’ll find a shred of hope that doesn’t actually belong and I’m heartbroken and back to square one all over again. But do you know what?
I’m excited for my independence and the fact that my future is whatever I make it. Don’t get me wrong – I loved being a wife – but I also love being a single mum and that’s ok. I’m excited for this next chapter of my life and the fact that it could look like ANYTHING. Do I go to school and become a school chaplain or become a nutritionist? I’m looking forward to being a bit selfish and working on my self, physically, mentally and spiritually… Losing the tummy, becoming financially independent, living a life following God. I’m excited for my old friends to love the new me, the more confident, bubbly me that the last year has produced. I’m excited to meet more people and hopefully impact more people. I can’t WAIT to be a youth leader. I can’t wait to clean the kitchens on a Sunday after church with the most amazing people in the world while my kids tear around (and hopefully don’t break their collar bone this time…). I’m excited to leave behind toxicity and I’m excited to make the rules. And most of all? I’m excited to do it all with a smile on my face and a joy that can’t be shaken. I know there will be times that I’m down… times that I’ll need to miss what was. I’ll miss the adventure, I’ll miss someone being my other half. But how can I be down for long when God has made me whole and so bloody happy haha. ✌🏻