01/07/2026
As I lay on my floor and my sweet little boy climbs on top of me, using my knees and legs as a slide, I stare up at the ceiling. My cat gives me soft little nuzzles.
And all I can think is how grateful I am to be here.
The last few years were not easy — there were moments I didn’t know how I’d get through — but I did.
And this moment feels like proof.
I made it through, like Andy Dufresne — crawling through the mess and coming out clean on the other side.
I’m finally divorced. I’m free.
And while there will always be a connection, it no longer gets to be tethered to anything heavy or harmful.
This is me choosing myself — fully. This is me claiming peace. This is me trusting that it really is going to be okay.
2026. A year of fresh starts. A year of lightness.
A year of finally.
