Being my best…

Clowns to the left of me.
Jokers to the right.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve told my kids they’re “The Best.”

It’s possible I’m setting them up for failure but it’s my hope that they see the potential I see…that they always push for more.

No one’s perfect… but shouldn’t you always try to put your very best out there?

This last few years, I’ve faced a lot of change. I am in awe of how far I’ve come, knowing how bad things were…and I can only imagine what the future holds.

It thrills me.

There are people in my life who would never have been there if things continued the way they were.

I’m surrounded by awesomeness and while I can’t fully express it without having an emotional breakdown…suffice it to say there are days I’m overwhelmed. The things I’m doing now, the people who are in my life, I am a better person than I was before. I wasn’t living my best life…didn’t know it could be better. In some strange twist of reason I owe my ex husband a world of gratitude for ending our marriage and sending me into the tailspin that has landed me where I am today.

(In case you’re wondering…I’ll probably keep those “thank you’s” to myself!)

I’m living my best because I’ve got this loving family who have picked up more pieces than I even knew I put down!

Because I have these tremendous friends…both new and old…who have no sweet clue how much they’ve shaped me.

Because I spent hour after hour in a counsellors office pouring out my heart and soul as she gave me the strength I needed…not to need her anymore.

Because my children inspire, encourage and support me while continuing to be the best they can possibly be.

Because in some crazy convoluted way, there are people out there who are helped by my writing…while the telling the story is what gets me through.

Because I’m happy. I screw up on a lot of things. I face many challenges as a single mom while trying to keep up with life’s demands. I get cranky and moody and my house is a wreck but I’m happy! I’m laughing more, experiencing more, having far more fun than I ever thought possible with this hilarious, amazing group of people who support me.

The smile on my face is real.

I am the best I can be

And it can only get better.

2 Replies to “Being my best…”

  1. 2002 – it was the best of times, then in less then a month it was the worst of times. What I thought was the worst thing ever happening to me, turned out to be the best. I am today because… And yes I thanked the ex as well. Stay focused, be thankful, hold on… More of the "best" is yet to come.

  2. What a great post! I am glad that you are happy with where you are in your life. That is wonderful.