Almost half a yr has gone.
Choosing to laugh more than cry and finding the fun in each day used to be like seeking buried treasure. But most days - the good was there. It just wasn't as noticeable as the bad.
In my youth, I remember purposely watching others who are happy to see what they were doing right. And those who seemed to have peace, even in the middle of their meltdowns particularly intrigued me. What did they have that my 'pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps' mentality wasn't fulfilling?
Now, as I look back, I see the string of choices, the dots that all connected. They all brought me to this very day - the very happy me of today. This day when I am walking to work, peering at the sunrise breaking through the low clouds, I pray, "I can't possibly see the road ahead or try to understand where it is going, but I guarantee that You of the universe is connecting my dots."
On top of that, credit goes to my family too.
Family is about support and working through things. Even though you care about so much, you scream and fight just as easily as you love. We all need help in one way or another to make it through every day. I need to notice the good. I appreciate all the checking in via sms, calls, messages, emails, mails and catch ups.
I will not forget that I had been brought out through every struggle (especially late last year) that I've ever faced and for that - I'm forever grateful.
I am.
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