Looking back at my posts from this time last year, I know I didn’t have a single ounce of self-esteem; truth of the matter, I hadn’t had any for about the five years previous. I'll admit that I was reading a lot to understand my situation at hand but I was at a complete loss, and had been for a very long time.
My really great stories are told when I smile with my eyes...
Seriously? The personal biggie? Does everything happens for a reason?
If that's the case, what was MY reason?
If I am completely honest with myself, part of what's happened to me was due to how the journey with my father ended. I know that sounds like a bit of a crutch. Yet, when do we really need crutches? We need them to aid us when we are hurting. After the last couple of weeks, it has become apparent that I am still in pain. Which is why I am finally going into grief counselling.
My daughter posted this graphic this morning and I immediately did two things; I saved it to my phone so that I could share it with all of you, and I sent it to a friend. Not because our friendship had some tragic ending; I just wanted to let them know, that no matter how many questions I have, I wouldn't change a single chapter of our story.
At the end of the day, isn't it the really great stories that provide one big happy ending?
What do ya know? Imagine that... Yet another question!