I'm back and as I promised, I did some soul-searching last week. There were a lot of dead ends, but on Friday night the answer was given to me.
My husband helped me see the light - and he said what I needed to hear. Maybe not what I wanted to hear, but those three words, "it's time, baby" was what counted.
It's time to forgive.
It's time to have peace.
I don't exactly know how I'm going to go about it, but I have to do this.
I want to see what will happen and maybe, just maybe, the real me will be there when it's all over.
I do know this, though:
Yes, I will accept it because it's part of who I am. The only thing is:
I'm done with making it define me. I'm also done with bringing my writing down on here and being such a downer.
From here on out, I'll do what I have to do to get where I have to be. And...I may have to do it privately.
This week as I was figuring it all out, I also re-read old posts.
I like the inspiring, encouraging posts because they were written for you.
But also...those posts...they were kinda for me, too.
So I'm going back to that, okay?
For you and me.