Mulling over the past six months of events and my reactions to them, I’m realizing that I’m not the woman I thought I was. This is shocking but mostly disappointing.
When I was younger, my mother’s generation would say “just keep on living”. That phrase meant nothing to me then. But I wholeheartedly understand it now.
Life happens, whether we’re ready for it or not. And the ideas we held sometimes don’t apply when we are right in the thick of it. The twists and turns we experience can leave us with whiplash. And because things happen so fast, and unexpectedly, we turn into people we don’t recognize. At least that’s how it’s happened for me.
So, I raise my glass to the woman I’ve become. I celebrate her, love her, and wish her well.
