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
