Yesterday I posted about my wake up call and how I could not let my husband’s foolishness kill off DJ as she was prior to D-day. I have been thinking on it, and find it a daunting task. But I need to make a start… so I’m changing the look of my blog and I’ve made some changes in the organization of my home. This will help me to think differently. I’ll continue to make changes as I move along, but today I am just setting myself up for a change of perspective – a new season. I’m still whirling around some and feeling out of control at times on this roller coaster, but now recognizing the turns and loops and handling them a little better.
Will there still be backwards steps? Sure. For the past week I have cried my eyes out all over again, triggered by my husband’s business trip, grieving about everything, and feeling like I had fallen way, way down again. I probably drove my coach James batty with my wild fluctuations in moods and insecurities. But I want to start rediscovering that sense of self that I had lost in my trauma. I WILL move forward.