I have finally reached the breaking point of this whole thing. The light at the end of the tunnel, that not too long ago seemed so unattainable, is upon me now. For once, I couldn't feel better.

I find myself waking up every day with a new found sense of excitement of adventure. Realizing finally, that my life is, in fact, MY life, and there are so many possibilities.

I've been trying new things. Ranging from minuscule to huge. From trying new recipes, to going on vacation by myself. (Something I recommend everyone try once.)

Now I understand what "finding myself" actually means.

I'm enjoying spending all of this time alone. Reveling in fact, in staying in, wearing comfy pajamas and reading a novel.

I'm making plans for my future now; plans that at one time I would have only dreamed of.

I'm loving that I'm not tied down to a man.

I think about Levi, and I know that even if he hadn't of left in the way that he had, that we probably wouldn't have worked out; and, if we had, I may very well have had a life riddled with regrets.

When we were together, I made my life very much about him. My world revolved around him so much that I didn't even know the most basic of things about myself.

If someone had asked me three years ago what my passions, aspirations, or goals were, I would have been hard pressed to tell them anything.

Ask me that same question now, and you'd be hard pressed to shut me up.

Here, now, as I am building a better life for myself and my son, I am filled with hope and excitement for the future.