alternate title: Midlife crisis or nuthouse?
A lot has gone down these past two years. Sadness, stress, happiness, stress, sadness, grief, sadness, stress and more sadness.
I’m my own worst enemy – always have been. Luckily I broke out. It happened last year. After spending a inordinate amount of time mourning and feeling sorry for myself I realized that life is what you make it. As I drown in my own self-pity and bottles of tequila I realized that it was make or break for me.
Being the overachiever that I am – I chose to make it. I quickly made decisions, shed hundreds of pounds of crap, moved the rest in to storage and began life anew. Now some of this worked – and some did not. But I’m happy.
So life changed….and then changed dramatically again.
