There are lots of things I like to share with you.
I like to talk about my latest DIY projects of course, and my undying love for lucite, 80’s hair bands, cheap beer and cherry coke.
And then, there are some things we don’t talk about.
Things that I’ve never shared with you.
I’m not good at actually talking about feelings. I can write about them, but at the sight of one tear, I’m leaving the room.
It’s just not my thing. I don’t know how to deal with it.
But I think it’s time I shared with you part of my story. Mostly because, I just want you to know you deserve to be happy and that you can do absolutely anything you set your mind to – as cliche as that all sounds.
I am one of those people who believes everyone has a story. That story may be filled with tears, laughter, heartbreak and lots of cheap beer, and it may not seem profound to anyone else.
But I think it is.
I think that every story has some beauty in it – where lessons have been learned, no matter how painful they might have been.
Grunt Labor and I have been planning our upcoming booze and no baby trip – the first since the kid was born – and it occurred to me that I haven’t ever shared our story with you.
Our story is not perfect – neither are we.
But, its our story.
And I wouldn’t have it any other damn way.
And then I realized why I hadn’t told you our story. In order to tell you our story, I have to start first with my story. And my story isn’t exactly pretty. I don’t necessarily like to talk about it. But, I am a former teacher and as we say, if we can get through to one student, then it was worth it. So, if my story can help just one of you or even inspire you, then I’ve done my job.
You see, before Grunt Labor, I had this other life.
A very different life. One that seems a lifetime away, because, well, it is. One that was painful, but there was beauty in the pain because it taught me more than I could ever imagine and made me who I am today.
Once upon a time there was a girl.
A girl who smiled on the outside, but was lost on the inside.
A girl who thought she was supposed to stay true to her roots.
A girl who thought she was doing what she was supposed to do.
A girl who was stuck in a relationship past its expiration date.
A girl whose life was much different than she ever imagined it being.
A girl who finally, after five years, found courage.
A girl who found the strength she thought she lost.
A girl who finally said screw it.
A girl who left the only way of life she had ever known behind.
A girl who found out that those she thought would always be there, weren’t.
A girl who left everyone behind who didn’t support her.
A girl who proved them all wrong.
A girl who was made a little bit fiercer by the road she had taken.
A girl who learned that everything turned out just as it was meant to be.
A girl who decided not to let it make her bitter, but to let it make her stronger.
A girl who is now happy.
A girl who is now content – something she didn’t think even existed.
A girl whose life is now exactly what she had imagined.
A girl who wants you to know that you don’t have to settle.
A girl who wants you to know that you deserve to be happy too.
A girl who wants you to know that all that pain will only make you stronger – if you just let it.
A girl who wants you to know that all those bridges sure as hell light the way.
Just like mine lit the way to Grunt Labor.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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