If you told me 10 months ago that I would be sitting in a motel room in Northern California writing this blog, I would of said you were f*ucking bat sh*t crazy. That’s the thing about life and planning it all out, you really have no idea how its going to go. It’s certainly not a straight line, it’s more like a jagged lightning bolt shape, maybe even a big circle at times for some. I’m on a king size bed, my two dogs lying on the floor, with a trailer park outside my window and I have no plans for even the next hour. Through this blog site I’m going to explain how I got here in one piece (which I consider a feat), because there were a lot of days I didn’t think I’d get through. I separated from my husband 9 months ago, less than 6 months before my 29th birthday. We’d been together the past 10 years. Getting a divorce before the age of 30 is something nobody ever thinks they’ll do. It’s not like ‘hey, let’s get married and really invest in this at a crucial time in our lives but put a stop to the whole thing before the big 30.’ If you’re here because you’ve found yourself in a similar scenario, I’d like to help however I can. Maybe it just happened or maybe you’re further into this process than I am. I had some wonderful advice given to me throughout this time in my life (also some damn awful advice but not everybody knows what to say). If I can pass along even the smallest bit and it somehow helps you even the smallest bit, then I’ve achieved what I’ve set out to do.
You can choose courage or you can choose comfort. You cannot have both. — Brene Brown