When I was younger, I had the impression that I really mattered and I’d grow up to be a five-star lawyer living in New Hope, PA with a cat and four sports cars (or a sports car and four cats).
When I was naive, I had the impression that I sort of mattered and that my husband loved me and that we’d build a great home with a wonderful family and grow old together.
When I was broken, I had the impression that I didn’t matter and that my life was a trainwreck because of everyone else including that abusive husband from all those years ago.
When I became hopeful, I got the impression that I was worth saving… maybe.
When I became determined, I got the impression that with hard work and determination, I could trudge forward and still live my dream.
When I became confident, I got the impression that I woke up today with eleven years clean and sober and that anything is possible. I am married to an amazing man and am going after my dreams.
I now have the impression that I am an amazing human being capable of anything.
Do what it takes and do it well.