Today I turned 28.
It’s not a particularly significant age, but this one feels important.
Since I celebrated my last birthday, I’ve been through a huge shift. I officially ended my marriage and my life as I knew it was changed forever.
I lost my husband. I lost my house. I lost my beloved pet. I lost family and friends who haven’t spoken a word to me in over a year. I lost money. I lost my identity. I lost trust and I lost a lot of love.
But, for everything I lost, I gained so much.
I gained new friends, ones who walked into my life and said, “I’m here for you” and proved it. I deepened relationships with family and friends. I gained confidence and found my voice. I discovered my own brand of inner strength and resilience. And I was given the opportunity to start my life again, just the way I wanted to. How lucky am I?
I still carry huge emotional scars, but I keep pushing. I’m not interested in feeling sorry for myself, victim blaming or sitting around feeling resentful. Life is far too short for that kind of thinking.
They say “age is just a number” but I think it’s a gift, and I want to use every year I am given to learn, love and make the most of every single moment.
So, here’s to 28 and all the new adventures ahead.