Yesterday (April 7th) was my one-year anniversary. My roommate and I celebrated with a shot of Jameson. It has been exactly one year since my divorce was officially final, and I jokingly call it my “Emancipation” Day. Looking back, it’s been a fantastic year full of self-discovery, adventures, self-doubt, and a lot of growth and progress.
Today would’ve been my 12th wedding anniversary had we stayed married, and I would likely be in the same rut, still a workaholic, unhappy, angry, and simply surviving one day at a time.
Talk about blessings in disguise.