I've woken up with mixed feelings. It's hard to recognise and own that I am now well into my 40's. Next year is the big 50! How has half a century passed by? There is still so much to do and I feel that I am only now starting to come into my own. I have to remind myself that I'm not a timid unsure girl. That I have voice, deserve respect and capable of anything. The tiny voice inside still brings back the anxiety and the inner child, terrified of their own shadow. I am a work in progress and I want to build a life for myself that will allow me to slow down and one day enter into retirement without a heavy financial stress. For now I'm focussing on being comfortable being alone. I still think about him daily and wish I didn't. But I'm proud of what I've achieved in the almost 3 months since we split. Completed my first knitting project, attended another book club event and spent several weekends home in my own company. Been having a lot of strang...
The postscript to my personal journey as an intra-country adoptee.