For the first time in I honestly don't know how long, my life is finally starting to get better. God is good and I am blessed. I've got a roof over my head, food on my table, we are all healthy, I've found an amazing man, and I have a job. Yes, you heard me correctly, I have recently gotten a job.
To tell you the truth, I was beginning to get depressed over not being able to find a job. I doubted everything and worried constantly. Finally a couple of weeks ago I was called for an interview and I got the job. Honestly, I would have started the day of the interview if I could have. I was excited, until it took almost a week and a half to actually start working. It was as if I needed one more lesson in patience before the blessing arrived.
Once I did start working I realized that I have been seriously underestimating myself. I thought that there was a great deal that I was not physically capable of doing anymore due to the Fibromyalgia. Turns out I can do more than I thought. Am I still in pain? Sure. Is it as bad as I thought it would be? Not at all. The more I move around and use my body, the more bearable the pain is.
For the past two and a half years it has felt like my life has been a jigsaw puzzle that I've struggled to put together. Now that all of the pieces have been put together and I feel like I finally have my stuff together. It's time to set some new goals.
I have no idea yet what these goals are, although I do have a few things in mind. There is a ton of things I want to do creatively, a bunch of places I want to go, and just a bunch of other random stuff. So as I sit here with all my ducks finally figuring out how to line up, in this moment I am happy.
I can't wait to see what the rest of the year brings.