May is the WORST. Every year I say May is the worst and I swear to God, every year May gets worse.
Ya know, the funny thing about change is that it’s not always welcomed. And let me tell you, it certainly wasn’t welcomed by me. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t ready. Everything happened way too fast.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about my emotional and physical exhaustion. Here I am, two weeks later and I’m still so tired.
After all, at 46, I am much more aware of who I am. Yes, I am still finding and learning more about myself each day, but I have finally learned to like myself. My whole self. And not to care so much about what others think of me. And at 46, I can even laugh at myself!
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