“You are never too old and it is never too late to keep moving forward in your beautiful life.”

I came home from Paris yesterday. My pink couch had finally been delivered. My cats had barfed all over the place. The paper towels were unraveled. A cold was settling in.

I came home from Paris yesterday. I felt giddy from all the fun I had. I felt tired from all the fun I had. I felt excited about all the successful “yes” moments I had. I felt loved by the people in my life.

I came home from Paris yesterday. Grateful, surrounded, lonely, anxious, energetic, exhausted, content and sort of resembling a cheese roll.

I came home from Paris yesterday. And something was different. For the first time in a while, I felt in control. Today, in this life, where I am now, seemed like exactly where I needed to be. It’s not calm, it’s not chaotic, it’s not clear, it’s just here.

I came home from Paris yesterday. What would have been my wedding anniversary had just passed. His things were gone. What was left was mine. And now it was up to me to deal with the finality of it all…and continue to create the life I want.

Onward, Fi. Onward.