A year is both a long time and a short time.
A year ago, September, my ex kicked me out of the house. That seems like a really long time ago.
A year ago tonight, I first met Finn for a beer at the local bar. That doesn't seem so long ago.
My babies are 6 and 4. There are times when it feels like I was just pregnant with them.
A year is the time frame that I have given myself for moving out of Mom's and getting my own place. And this seems like forever.
Looking back on the past year gives me hope for the future years to come. I am finding myself a little more every day. Realized a few things about myself about the type of partner I'd like to one day have in my life, and won't settle for anything less (not that there are any prospects lined up...). Am realizing how I want to live my life and the things that I want to do.
I'm in a place right now where I have good friends surrounding me. I have reconnected with old acquaintances who are turning out to be really good people. I'm meeting new people. And the people that I don't want in my life, I've basically just stopped contact with them. I'm shedding ideas that one has to have many things. Getting rid of a lot of my past, while looking ahead to the future, both mentally and materially.
So, a lot has happened in the past 12 months. And a lot is going to happen in the next 12. I have goals. I have uncertainties. But its time to get my life on track, and maybe if that happens, other aspects of my life will fall into place...