Happy New Year!

New Year's Eve.

Sixteen years after a divorce that I though marked the end of my life.

Little did I know that it was just the beginning.

It takes a long time to make big changes and when those changes come as you approach the half century mark,  it sometimes takes years -- sixteen years to be exact.

I cannot imagine how my life might have gone had I figured things out earlier, but it truly is better to be late than never to do something at all.

I find such peace in my life now.  Such joy in the most mundane things. Such contentment in simply being me.

I like myself, maybe for the first time ever, and that is certainly a milestone along the road to both healing and growth.

How many New Year's were met with me writing about my misery?  This year I write about my satisfaction, my love of life, my eagerness to see what else the universe has in store for me. And while I don't expect it to all be good, I do expect to be able to make it through . . .

with a little help from my friends.