Freedom
As I sat there staring at my phone, I hesitate to checkout. The feeling of fear once again takes over. “Fuck it” runs through my mind as I press the link to purchase my ticket to another adventure. So many emotions run through me as the app is processing my payment. A smirk in my face. The smirk my soon-to-be-ex husband claims he hates. I didn’t realize I had a smirk until he pointed it out. The reason this precise moment brings so many emotions out of me is because I never had this kind of freedom before. Just ten months ago, I was so broken and beat down after walking away from my marriage of 20 years. In the past 11 months, I have managed to do so many things that, before I left my home, I never fathomed I would do.