31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 10

31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 10 - Ready

This photo was taken in a London hotel room two years ago. My sister and I had dropped our stuff off and we're getting ready to see the sights of a city I had dreamed about for so long. Ready to start the three-week adventure of our trip to Europe. The hard airplane ride across an ocean was behind us and we were ready to hit the ground running, jet lag be damned. We were going to make the most of our time there.

That's what I feel like today. I am ready to take on life. The hard part of mourning the end of my marriage (mostly) behind me, I am ready to hit the ground running and make the most of my time on earth. Ready to take on the home improvement projects, ready to spend another year as co-chair of a committee at church, ready to go to work each day and do my job, as well as perhaps another one, depending on how the early-retirement packages shake out. I am ready.

Yesterday my Facebook status was the "One of life's hardest lessons is realizing that the thing that you were absolutely, positively sure would kill you may be the thing that saves you." I had a friend send me a message asking if I was okay but I told her it was a good revelation. It was about realizing good could come out of my divorce and that I was ready to move forward. It was a bit scary to type that, and it felt a bit like I was wrong to say that there could be good but I am so tired of carrying this burden of failure. I am ready to set it down, like a backpack that is way too heavy to carry one minute longer.

I am ready to find the life that is waiting for me.

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