Coming Together...

There were pieces missing for so long; the parts were continuously moving and wouldn't click together the way they were supposed to. It's hard to live that way. You get one piece put into place and it seems to push another piece a little further out. So many moving parts. It's exhausting. It's draining. It's an uphill climb day in and day out...for everyone around you. I couldn't figure out what was missing or how to make my life fall into place.

I had become this melancholy and timid person that was surrounded by and giving into negativity. I had to get out. I have learned so much about myself in the last year of my life. First, I don't do conflict well. I have to be in a harmonious environment, both personally and professionally. That was key to my happiness.

Changes had to be made. I was scared though. I couldn't find the courage to change so it was easier to stay in the vortex that was spinning me around.

Then it all stopped. There was no more fear as it was replaced with love...again. In the last year I lost a baby, and thankfully, gave life to one as well. My pieces finally stopped moving when Henry came. He was the missing piece that molded the puzzle together. He was meant to be in our lives. My husband was meant to be in our lives. I was meant to quit my job finally and take that plunge...Henry gave me that push. My family is complete. Nothing is out of place now. I smile in my heart. All. Day. Long.