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There’s No Timeline on Healing or Love
When I turned 25, I made a five year plan. Become debt free and a mother by 30, in April 2018.
I am now 31 and neither of those things happened.
In fact, as 30 approached, I was facing a lot of other huge life circumstances. In August 2016 I got married and immediately started trying to conceive a much wanted baby. In January 2017 I stopped speaking to my mother, until February 2018 when I unwittingly made contact with her through my stepdad’s phone.
She tersely let me know he had cancer, and through speaking with my siblings I came to understand that she had deliberately kept the news from me to punish me for cutting her out of my life. (I wrote about this experience here).
Life did not give one iota of a shit about my five year plan.
Within a ten day span in March 2018, I left an abusive marriage, packed everything I owned and moved into a new apartment, endured transatlantic cyber bullying at the hands of my husband, and watched my stepfather die of lung cancer. Oh, and accepted a book deal.
Life did not give one iota of a shit about my five year plan. I still have student loans and I never did get pregnant (thank goodness).
