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...celebrating, in a way.

Many, many years ago I got married and two years ago I got divorced. Both were the best decisions I've made in my life. My marriage brought me my kids and my divorce gave me the freedom, energy and happiness to get to know my kids better.

It's not a journey I'd wish on anyone. Divorce is hard and really doesn't get a whole lot easier. But, on the 10th of every September, I choose to celebrate the beginning of a new journey.

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Anonymous said…
hear ya--felt the same way during my divorce 4 years ago. loving the single life and wishing you all the best. -from a fellow Denver metro area resident.
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