The Divorced Mom Chronicles: Reinventing Myself

“You know what it takes for a star to fucking shine? A shitload of darkness.” — Led By Heart

Day 11

I enrolled in a Medical training program today. I am going back to school at thirty-seven, and I am pretty damn proud of that if you can’t tell.

It’s a bit absurd how things work out sometimes. Without complete upheaval of my life as I knew it, not only would nothing have changed, I have a sneaking suspicion they would have gotten worse. That’s a hard pill to swallow, but I wouldn’t be as motivated as I am today to go after the things I want — ruthlessly.

Starting the slow and painful process of separating from my husband and the life we shared together for the last twenty years is the ultimate self-care practice.

I don’t know who coined the phrase, but I agree, growth is uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, a fiery determination to stand on my own two feet burns within me.

Here I come, day 12.

And if there’s an upside to getting further and further away from being a married woman, it’s caring less and less about shaving anything right now.

It’s certainly a nice change.

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Thank you for your love and support. You Are Loved. ❤

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