Another day. I'm awake. I'm alive. That's the best that I can hope for. This summer has been somewhat more difficult for me than last summer. Last summer was busy, filled with PCS preparation. This summer, while still busy, has been hard on me emotionally. I thought that saying good bye to my friends in HI was going to be the most difficult thing that I've had to do in a long time. I was wrong. Living with the reality of what it means to be here has been harder than I could have imagined.
I need to make changes in my life. Food. Exercise. Social interaction. I need to change my outlook on the situation. I need to cultivate my relationship with my husband. We have struggled quite a bit this year and our relationship is bruised but not broken. We can heal. We will heal. It's not going to be instantaneous. It'll take work. It'll take time. We're worth it.
So, everyday that I wake up and I'm alive is a successful day. And sometimes, at the end of the day, you just have to say "I'll try again tomorrow."
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