Where the train came off the tracks

If you had asked me five years ago what I was going to do with my life I would’ve given you a definite answer. If you’re asking me now, I’m trying to get my shit together.

Four years ago I had a plan. I had a great job and I was on my way to the top. I had my shit together. I was a manager, living in my first apartment and only had good things coming my way.

Three years ago I was packing my life up and moving to a new state for a promotion.

Then about a year and a half ago I gave it all up and moved to another brand new state for a man. That’s right. I gave up my glorious career and life plan to follow my heart. A rather big taboo that started with the dreaded long distance relationship.

This first post is about how I completely lost my way. I lost everything that brought me joy, as well as a closeness to my friends and family. I tried so hard to fit into his life that I forgot what it was that made me me in the first place.

My now husband is away on business for about the billionth time. My house feels empty, just me and the dog. Soon we are moving to yet another new place, far away, that we hope to call home.

Presently, I have no job and no hobbies of my own. What I do have is an extra 15 pounds I can’t seem to burn off, a rather pessimistic outlook I’m trying desperately to overcome, and a blank canvas that is my life.

This is about starting over, getting my life back together, and hopefully finding others to share with along the way.