How could I have ever believed that I would have to start over at 50 years old? I found myself divorcing, in deep therapy fighting for mental fortitude, back home with my parents for a bit before struggling to obtain some independence and “starting my career” to survive and save for retirement.
The journey came with an escape, a climb up from the bottom, and the rebuilding of my life as I began to learn who I was. What did I value? What was my favorite food? Where did I dream to travel? What was my favorite restaurant? What hobbies did I have? It would take me years to figure those things out. I am still working on those questions almost 6 years later.
I started over at 50. Life was hard. I had to scrap as if my life depended on it because it did. I had to know that there was a good life out there for me. I had to realize I was lovable. I was created uniquely and for a purpose. Maybe it was to give you hope. Maybe it was to make someone smile, lift them up, or share a nugget of wisdom to get them to their next day.
Now at 55, I have moved 4 times in 5 years, reestablished my career as a teacher, invested in my healing, learned some of the answers to the questions above, even got remarried, and am continuing to learn more of who I am everyday. I don’t take one moment of my life for granted. I would have never chosen its chapters or planned its paths, but it made me who I am today.
I am still learning. I still have struggles and moments when I have to fight my depression and trauma for my peace. Healing is still happening. I have learned to be thankful, enjoy the blessings I have, and make living and loving a priority. You can too. Come join the journey, sweet friend! We can learn to live our best life one day at a time.
Restored by Grace 