Tonight I'm sitting on the couch with a box of Joyous Jelly Beans {is there really another kind this time of year?}, a knitting project, Firefly cued up on Netflix... waiting for Lucas to finish up with the kids bedtime.
I'm wearing Jen Lee's "It's your story. Tell it." shirt {and well worn sweat pants... } and I'm thinking about my story. And how to tell it. And what I've already told. And what's left to tell and what's still to come and on and on and on...
This past year my story changed drastically. I'm so thankful, so very thankful, for that change. This nearly year of sobriety has impacted me greater than anything previously, because it has touched every aspect of my life.
My story... I'm learning to love my story. The cringe worthy moments, the heart warming events, the awkward high school moments, the tearful nights and pain staking decisions. The white dress, the bin of handmade dolls and memories, the early morning rides to the hospital... contractions rolling over every five minutes. The snuggles and smiles, the anxiety and depression, the full, happy, content moments. It's mine. Each moment of the story.
And this coming year adds another chapter, one that I hope will be full of growth and joy and acceptance. There's a move that will happen, an Etsy shop to open {maybe what I was referring to in an earlier post... and the first picture in this post might have something to do with it... } a preschool to find, parks to explore, beaches to comb, writing to be done, dreams to dream and hopes to hope. And it will all happen, when it's supposed to.
Anyway... the Joyful Jelly Beans are calling... so this is me, and my story, wishing you a Happy New Year... be well, friends. See you in 2011 ;)
