The day of the week we're I've gotten into the habit of letting my feelings about our finances (or lack there of) fly freely across the keyboard.
It's been very ... um ... therapeutic.
So as I sit down today to reflect I am reminded once again of seasons.
Even though I wrote about that in another way just earlier this week.
I want the world to know so badly that it is so true ... it is ALWAYS darkest before the dawn.
Just a year ago, I was at the end of myself, my mental capabilities frayed beyond recognition of myself. While I whole heartily supported the shift in our life plans
I simultaneously feared the consequences.
Now I know, I KNOW what Charles Dickens meant when he wrote in A Tale of Two Cities:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"
How can - even with the gift of hindsight - one thing be simultaneously terrible and beautiful?
As I reflect over the last year, it's been a very difficult and challenging time. Very. But that's just on the one hand. On the other hand, it's been a time of regrouping, resting and rebuilding with moments of utter refreshing.
Would we have had those moments, made those memories, if we weren't in the position we were in?
I think not.
Does that make it worth it?
And guess what?
I think it's going to be beautiful.