This morning it dawned on me… one year ago today my divorce was finalized. So, I’ve officially been legally single for an entire year.
In that time, I’ve traded my car (co-owned with my ex-husband) for my truck, I bought a motorcycle (getting myself back on two-wheels again), and most recently, I purchased a dirt bike. I’ve also faced my greatest demon, made a new group of friends, let go of the negative friendships that were dragging me down, mourned a dear friend lost to suicide, and realized I’m okay. I’m okay with being single… and I’m okay with being who I am.
I’m not perfect. I’m not outgoing. I’m not as skinny as I once was… nor do I feel the need to adhere to any sort of standard society feels I should be. I’m shy and prefer quiet, one-on-one time with friends. I’d rather stay home than go out to a club. I suffer from depression and I’m not ashamed of it. I’m happiest curled up with my fur-babies. By nature, I’m an introvert and a nurturer… and I’m happy being me.
My life is good.