Turning thirty was one of the best things that has happened to me...even though I dreaded it painfully up until the minute it happened. It was a moment of clarity in my life. It helped me realize what I wanted, who I wanted to be and that I was going to disappoint some people on my way to making changes...at least that was easier declared in silent thought that it is in the real world. More on that later.
So I pretty much spent a year acknowledging that the life I was living wasn't exactly the life I wanted to be living. I loved my child, I loved my house, I loved my job...the only thing I wasn't in love with was my husband.
Today, as I type this, I am thirty-one years old...and I still haven't figured out how to tell him I need to let go.
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