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it's not a fairytale

You wanna know the great thing about my life? Happiness. Yep. Probably the one thing most people take for granted. Until you grasp the idea that you’ve spent a large majority of your life unhappy. There is not one single circumstance about my life at this very moment that does not make me happy. Sure, we have instances and struggles but those are temporary. That lasts for less than five minutes and then you stop, look around, and realize there is just too much good to be unhappy for any period of time.

Next week, I’ll turn 33. The last three years has by far, been the best. I wasn’t one of those people who faked being SO upset when they turned 30. Nope. I fully embraced it. It meant change. Lots and lots of changes were coming for me and I knew it. It meant I was leaving my past behind and starting over fresh. That’s just what I did. I feel like I was given a second chance at life.

Second chances…not many of us get those. Most don’t fully grasp what that means and how that changes who we are as individuals. And if you are lucky enough, you’ll make the most of every given opportunity. For me, it was walking away from some seriously dark demons. It even meant leaving people behind whom at one point, were important in my life. As heartbreaking as it was, it was for the best. No regrets. The day I signed on the dotted line- to me, felt like I was taking my soul back from the devil. Not a single day goes by, that at any given time, I don’t look up and say “thank you” for the courage and strength it took to completely start my life over again. It was frightening to say the least. In my heart, I knew that had I not made that huge leap, I’d never have gotten that chance again.

Sitting here, I look at my surroundings. The sweetest, most beautiful little girl, napping on the couch; another off with her daddy and brother to celebrate their summer together and my oldest is at band camp. My home, my job, nursing school; I’m grateful. Every single second, I’m grateful. From where I’m sitting…33 is looking pretty damn good.

Screw a fairytale. I have my happy ending.

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