10 years ago I was barely hanging on.
9 years ago I was pushing myself to another job, so I could go back to fully supporting myself.
8 years ago I plugged into what would become one of my greatest joys.
7 years ago I transitioned back to full service restaurants, a space that felt familiar and let me be me.... while figuring out where the other pieces of me fit in this new life.
4 years ago I starting searching a for new piece of myself.
3 years ago I plopped myself into my forever home - my cabin on a lake.
2 years ago I said good riddance to a 20-year career and found the peace I had been missing.
Last year I solidified licensing in my new field and could lean into discovering myself again. Or anew.
This is not a life I wanted. This is not a life I envisioned. But it’s a good life. It gives me space. It lets me be me. It makes few demands and surrounds me in gloriousness. It gives me peace.
That’s a lot of stuff I didn’t have 10 years ago.
