Today I woke up and felt alive in a way I haven’t for years. I feel ready to move a head and move on. My thoughts, my conversation no longer needs to include the past. Life is a peaceful thing today, maybe not everyday, but for now, it feels good.

Everything that has happened has brought me here, the exact place I need to be. No regrets. No sadness. Freedom.

Maybe I needed to come back to the world. I suppose I did exist in the world of my marriage and for a long time it was a good world, but another world, a wider world called and I had to go. It’s not a matter of listening too hard to others who reinforce a certain view. It’s a matter of listening to my heart. And my heart needed something else.

For the first time I’m beginning to know myself and to like, even love, myself. I like who I am. I like my fucking books.