A total holy crap moment…
…or, why I almost vomited on Canada Day.
It was just after 7am on Canada Day. As I usually do, I checked my mobile to see what was going on the world. And then it was there.
And my gut recoiled.
And then I started crying.
The email said a lot of beautiful things and ended with this,
“Thank you so much for your words. They have lifted me. I’m really grateful.“
And to that reader, I am grateful to you. Your email lifted me. It was then I realized the article I submitted to the Huffington Post was published and LIVE.
And then I almost vomited.
So much of me. So much was out there. Why did I do it? Bare my soul and share it with the interweb? I did it because women like me don’t often tell their story. It needed to be told. And proof of that was in the beautiful email.
So now, some context. I wrote this piece in December of 2012. I remember the day vividly. It was the moment I decided to turn a corner, to start wishing for me. (read the full piece here).
It was the day I took a stack of Moleskin day planners and kicked them to the curb. It was the day I would stop tracking for ‘what if’ and starting making plans for ‘what now’.
Three weeks after that, I launched this blog.
It took me 18 months to share that story with anyone other than my DH. And the reason I can share it now is because I am no longer in that dark place. I am no longer searching for the light. It’s been 18 months of new wishes.
I have had an outpouring of support from friends and family. Strangers have emailed me and reached out via social media to express their thoughts and feelings. My cup runneth over. I am humbled.