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The Hard Lessons You Learn

Well, this year continues to get better and better and the hard lessons just keep on coming!  It is so odd, that while this has been a year of really learning to love myself - I also found it's been one of the hardest years of my life! I've learned that my heart is sensitive, my head is stubborn and my body is so strong and amazing.  I've learned that I have the most amazing group of friends who feel like family, and I've learned that sometimes, family may not always be our friends.  I've learned that it's ok to ask for help, it's ok to cry, it's ok to not always be ok.  For the first time in my entire life, I really had to ask for and accept help from my group of people who have been so wonderful to me.  I have finally found my soul tribe!  These are the people who drop everything at a moments notice and leave their lives and their families to help me go through some tough surgeries.  These are the people who brought me meals and checked on me daily to make sure I was ok.  These are the people who adopted me into their lives like I was one of their own, whether we've known each other for years or just a few months.  These are the people who will sing and dance with me, make me laugh until I cry, offer me the best advice, and look out after me.  These are the people who love my kids just as much as I do, and who love me just as much!  These people have literally been my saving grace this year and I will never, ever begin to know how to thank them! 

While I've had my share of struggles this year, I learned that I am so very blessed to have every single person in my life.  It took me going through a lot of tough times to find them and I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat! It's been a long, hard road but I never, ever want to be anywhere else than where I am right now!!  Hard lessons and all.




 

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