Why did it take me so long to get here? I don't know, fear, clinging to the old relationship, listening to my heart when it wasn't healthy. I wasn't ready to let go, didn't have enough confidence in myself that I would be ok. Some guilt that I couldn't give up with two beautiful daughters. A foolish romantic notion that love will conquer all.
What got me past it was all the personal accomplishments I've made in the last three months: losing weight and getting in great shape. Running competitively. Changing my diet, trying new foods and not being afraid to experiment. And even breaking a decades old habit of biting my nails. The motto around the house is trying to discover "what I can't do." So far, I've been reinvigorated.
Now I'm going to embark on a third career in my life as a novelist. And as a better dad. Maybe as a husband to W, maybe living the single life. But it feels so good to be alive like this. God will help guide me through this life, helping me when I stumble, helping me when I need courage, keeping me strong and humble.
