Moving Forward Gloriously

Letting go and letting God mould me into someone useful.

Things do get much3 better I realise.

This was the progression (in my case):
First year of divorce: a lot of pain, anger, uncertainty, fear of the unknown (that I may not survive).
Second year: I will be okay; I have made a lot of progress.
Third year: Divorce, what divorce? I forgot the date & him too.

There may be marriage in the books, yet I don't know if I'm completely ready.

The children, despite me being a dysfunctional mom, are growing up reasonably well.

Career wise, maybe a change will be good. But I haven't made much effort in applying for the jobs. Need to rebuild the confidence I had during my legal days.