There's a lot to say about this picture from a rough September four years ago. I was stressed out, so worried I'd have to drag my kids back to a homeless shelter. After working as a nanny through the summer just to pay the rent. I had no money and no job when school started and the room I was renting was in a house that "had to be sold" as part of a divorce agreement and I had to move out. I was allergic to my life and got these painful, itchy hives. There are plenty of things or people I could blame for this situation, plenty of people I could be angry at for not helping us more, plenty of reasons to avoid my problems in some way.
Today, I am able to enjoy my work, provide for my family, get enough rest, study the topics I find important and interesting, work toward big and small goals at my own pace, support my friends/neighbors/family in all kinds of ways, and I especially love that I can cook food in my own kitchen. My level of gratefulness for very simple amenities is probably annoying.
In the past four years I've learned a lot about myself and even though I'd already gone to therapy years prior, I've been using those tools I was shown more and more thoughtfully with each terrible choice I lived through and overcame. Choices I really didn't think were all that bad, yet I can admit when I'm wrong and they were just AWFUL in spite of how wholesome I thought I was being.
The reason I'm posting this is because I believe this tumultuous era is ending very soon. Recent conversations I've had, dreams, thoughts, prayers, accomplishments, feelings, observations - and pretty much everything - is telling me to ready myself for wonderfully bright days ahead.
