“All the women who are independent, throw your hands up at me.”
I’m not just celebrating our country’s independence this July, I’m also celebrating mine. My one-year divorce anniversary is just a couple of weeks away.
In the past year I’ve learned several things. The most important lesson I learned is that you are only limited by what you believe.
I bought into limits that were placed on me, told to me. I allowed those limits to take root and believed those things about myself until someone showed me that they weren’t true. That person saw me for me, made me feel cherished and full of life. I began to see myself as a different person. I started believing in myself. I started standing up for myself, standing firm and standing strong. I stopped running. I stopped hiding. I stopped caving.
The world is an amazing playground full of interesting people. Each new day is an opportunity to explore the world, meet someone new, see the world through their eyes, learn something and love with all of your heart.
Independence is bliss. I’m happier than I’ve been in almost two decades. No one tells me what to do, who I am or what I can and can’t be.
The people in my life now are my same close circle of friends who believe in me and who know that life isn’t just about the journey, it’s about the ones you invite to share it with. I’ve added to that outer circle and stopped inviting a few who see life in a different way, who drain instead of fill, who tear down instead of building up, who judge instead of understand.
The divorce process is hell, but emerging from the other side is amazing. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Life isn’t about surviving or the rote day-to-day, it’s about exploring, learning, growing and loving.
Carpe diem to all of those independent women out there!