When you watch town fireworks that are in the sky right above your front porch, you do not have to go far to find a feeling of freedom and hope.
I have a plan.
I know from experience that plans can change. Expectedly or unexpectedly. Suddenly and painfully or slowly and happily. I’ve experienced both, so I’ll continue making a plan, putting it into action, and seeing where that leads me.
I am growing independent from a series of memories that have kept a cloud of pain over my life for four years. The memories are there, and will remain, but planning for something new creates hope. Hope, I realize, is what has brought me a new level of freedom.