It’s been nearly a year since I separated and started going through the process of divorce and 8 months since I wrote my list (which I realized after the fact was a description of me – a big hint that at the time, I didn’t need anyone but me) and decided to plant a rose garden.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a deep need to go within myself and dig deep. To make sure I’m doing what is best for me. To make sure I’m still connected to the essence of myself and not losing who I am in the daily struggle of being single-super mom to three boys. I’ve learned to listen to those urges. I’m a sensitive, intuitive woman. My body knows its limits, as does my soul. With the stress of life weighing on me, I can tell I’ve almost reached my limits. It’s time to slow down, decompress and make sure I’m loving myself.

I have the sensation of looking down a long tunnel. I can see the light at the end, and to my relief, I can tell it’s not a freight train hurtling at me. I’m not “there” yet. I’m not fully healed. I’m not fully back on my feet. But I’m getting there.

Welcome back!