The Return of Pure Happiness

This post can be summed up in three beautiful words that give me the greatest peace and joy to say:

I am happy. 

For so long it seemed like I would never again get to this point, that I would be dreary, sad, and angry forever. And yet, here I am, able to say that I have crossed the mountain that was before me. I am on the other side, and yes, as I predicted I am happier and stronger than I have ever been.

The circumstances of the past year of my life cannot be erased and I will always walk with that experience shaping who I have become, but now I find myself walking on a path looking back at the mountain I have climbed and descended. It is behind me. I am free. And I am moving forward.

The past few weeks have been filled with beauty. I spent a weekend by the river and the mountains of Chattanooga with some of the most amazing and fun women I have ever met (here is your shout out Mikella!). It was a weekend that made me feel sophisticated and proud of who we are as women in our late twenties. Everyone that spent the weekend together was so different and yet so strong in their own way. It was beautiful and a weekend I will always cherish.

And this past week I went on dates! I explored Atlanta, met new people, ate fantastic pizza, and put myself out there. Dating is so good for me because it builds my confidence and helps me to remember that I am worth something and that I am awesome. Many people hate having to date in their late 20s. I absolutely love it. I have met some really kind, fun, and interesting men and I am grateful for the experience. Plus getting to try new restaurants and breweries is always a plus!

Then, last night I celebrated the beautiful wedding of my friend Amanda to her true love Mark. Yes, I cried. But in a good way. I know true love when I see it, and I know how precious it is to find the one to whom your heart connects.



Mark and Amanda are wonderful together, and they throw a damn good party. It was a night full of joy and as I laughed and sang and danced I was reminded once again of what this past week has made clear:

I am so happy. I am so in love with where my life is right now. I am so grateful for the person the experience of this past year has made me. I am so excited to see where the future goes.

Man.
It feels good to be on the other side of that mountain. 

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  1. KEWMarch 25, 2018 at 10:50 AM

    This post makes ME so happy! :D Can't wait to hear what adventures await you!

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  2. UnknownMarch 26, 2018 at 11:40 AM

    So good!

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  3. UnknownMarch 27, 2018 at 3:19 PM

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  4. UnknownMarch 27, 2018 at 3:21 PM

    Yay!! I am so happy that you have made it over the mountain! You are so strong and beautiful!!

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