You know we celebrate birthdays, births, weddings, promotions, and graduations. These are all successful things to celebrate. We are so happy for the long journey to most of these things. We are so proud of these accomplishments. They are definitely great this to celebrate.
Things that we don’t celebrate our failures. Things that are not very successful. After my second divorce, I did not feel like I had anything to celebrate. I felt like I had lost my purpose in life. I had to pick up those pieces and start over.
As crazy as it sounds I can now celebrate that “failure” Because in all actuality it was not a failure. Instead, it was a “do-over” It was a chance for me to finally work on myself. To finally start my healing process from all the trauma that has happened in my life.
When I and the girls ended up in a homeless shelter I would have never thought that would turn into a success story. But it did. I fought to get us out of that situation. I did everything I could to keep life”normal” for the girls by letting them stay in their same school. I allowed that failure to be a reminder of where I was but not where I now am.
I am learning day by day to celebrate my failures because they are a part of my story but they are not who I am. I have risen from the ashes, brushed myself off and I have risen so far from those hard times in my life.
Take Care. Much Love
