Ah, the lightness of space. I got away from the urban population today and it was just beautiful. Quiet. Still. There’s a sweetness in the country.
As a teenager, if someone had told me I would have traveled as much as I have in my life, I would’ve told them that wasn’t possible.
I’m blessed, and I know it every day. I say that often here, but it’s with conviction and purpose. You see, I grew up with a father who could be unkind, controlling, and abusive. As a result, I had little confidence and thought everything was my fault. I was convinced I couldn’t drive alone to an unfamiliar place because clearly I wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to get back home. It crippled me in a way. Then I met my husband-to-be, married, and moved hundreds of miles away. I never looked back. It was the best choice I have ever made.
I’m hoping this proves to anyone who is living with similar ghosts that life is unimaginably full of purpose and promise. No doubt, there are challenges and difficulties, disappointments, sadness, pain.
My father was an angry man. I am not.
I have no regrets. My life is short.
But full of hope.
I dedicate this post to my dearest friend and only love, my husband, Jay. Hand in hand, Buddy.