I wish I had someone around to take my picture. I look in the mirror these days and I'm shocked at how different I look from a year and a half ago when I was sad and angry and married. It was a lousy situation I put myself in ... and I'm shocked now at how determined and dogged I was to try to make it work even though it should have been clear that it wasn't ever going to. I only really think about it when something reminds me of life back there -- like Helen's blog does.
I am smaller and sleeker now, aerodynamic... ready for whatever adventure life throws my way. I wear clothes that make me look and feel more like me. I see myself and think, "Aha! You're back! Where'd you GO for the last few years?" I wonder at women who stay for decades. Their lives are lost... mine lies before me. I am eager to get moving down the road.
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That's so great Rebecca! I know for a while before you were leaving you just kept saying that you feel like you had a different body than you used to have. I love hearing how much our structural conversation can change in response to our environment...
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