Valentines

I’m my own valentine this year. That’s nothing new.

I’m learning to take care of myself, which is important. I’ve come through a difficult year.

I find myself in a new town, in a new house, and though I’ve only moved 2 1/2 hours away, a new life.

I’ll be starting a new job soon. I’ve been accepted into college again. I’m eating better, relaxing more, and using my sauna a lot. Every day for the first month, and now about every other day.

I have a to-do list, but it’s things I want to do. My errands revolve around fixing the house up and feeding myself.

I thought I knew what I wanted to do. I thought I was settled and content over the last decade. Random things happened to uproot me and chase me out. It’s not a failure to leave after saying I’d stay. Forces greater than ourselves insist we make a change. It’s a risk.

Thirty three years ago, I got married. We said it was forever, but it wasn’t. No regrets. We are both in better places that we couldn’t have predicted.

The road to get here has been difficult. All of us suffer on the road of life. Today is a day that I can say it was worth it. That washed out road with all its perils has been so much more than the way to this destination. The road has been the life.

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