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It's been awhile since I've posted anything. There's been a lot of changes in the last few months. I saw this quote today and it put a lot in perspective:

Change. You either love it or you hate it, but either way its coming.
Your best bet is to grin and bear it, and pray that when its done
tossing you around that you find yourself surrounded by those that you
love.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a fan of change. At. All. I'll fight it with everything in me. I'm a very routine person. I like schedules and time and all that responsible stuff. I like doing things my way because it works well for me. I know how its done, when it's done and so forth.

I got divorced in January 2010. This, next to having children, has been the biggest change in my life by far. I almost didn't know how to function. I had accepted my life as it was and figured it would always be that way. It was "normal" and routine for me. It's almost bittersweet...

February, Matt & I met. That...wow. To sit here and think about the last seven months makes my head spin. I wasn't really ready to date. I was open to the idea but I was more focused on finishing school and helping my children through the healing process. Meeting Matt changed my life in ways I never conceived possible. Not just in a big way but in the smaller ways too. He's shown me true, unconditional love. In the short time we've been together, my life is simpler and less stressful and that's a change I welcome with open arms.
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