How do you measure, measure a year?
A friend of mine posed this question a few weeks ago. Where am I now versus a year ago? Wow, what a difference a year can make.
A year ago, I was ending nine months of intense therapy and preparing myself to move forward without that particular safety net. I was terrified, but I learned that I can make positive choices with relationships, and that I can set boundaries.
I was angry at The Husband for having surgery that would prevent me from doing the things I wanted to do that summer because I would be the kids’ sole means of entertainment, food and comfort. This surgery was absolutely necessary for his health, mind you, and I was being a total brat. I was also trying to work, to establish a steady source of income as a freelancer on the off chance that I would have to be the sole support for my kids. A year ago, I was facing a very hard reality and some difficult choices and for the first time, I didn’t analyze them all: I just let it flow.
In August, 2008, I started school, expecting almost three years to pass before I would have my degree so I could work outside the home if I had to. I’ve knocked 10 months off of that goal, and I will graduate in April 2010. I have begun to carve out a niche (or nitch – hahahaha) in my own career plans, both long-term and short-term.
How do you measure a year? I think this year can be measured in how proud I am to be able to show my kids what hard work, humor, passion and freedom really mean. Its been a year of immense growth, and I quite literally feel like a superhero. Maybe it can be measured in the mileage on my car after the roadtrip, or the 2-million nits I picked from my childrens’ hair, or the cups of coffee I’ve consumed as I write these blogs.