Mr Murphy’s Law stepped in today and I was let off the hook!
I didn’t have to attend the dreaded “divorce” meeting today. I was half way through doing my happy dance, when I realised I’m no better or worse off than yesterday, or the day before that, or the year before this one. It’s still a hurry up and wait game. A game where I don’t know the rules, where I have no control and a game that hits me with curve balls at every turn.
But before I got too miserable, I hiked up my big girl panties, and said to myself, “Myself, it’s all good. Everything’s gonna be fine. The end is in sight. Not even one and a half months to go.”
I can taste it, feel it, see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it’s not a train, that light is the spotlight on my brand new life. And I can’t wait!