Today I was driving into work and there was a very bad four car pile up. I selfishly was thinking, “wow, I am happy that I am safe. Good thing I decided to change up my hair for the fourth time this am causing me to leave the house late as that saved me from being in that accident.”… In the same light, when I am stuck in a line at the grocery store, it crosses through my mind that I am being protected from a horrible accident due to being held up in line. The reality is that the person in front of me has bought 25 cans of cat food for her 8 cats, but none the less, that cat lady kept me safe from something horrible. So, I think, everything happens for a reason.
I was on the phone with one of my friends after yet another trying day. It had been a while since we spoke and we were catching up. She too is a step mom and has a blossoming career, and between that and the fact we live on opposite sides of the country means we don’t chat as much as we have in the past. At the end of the call, we settled on talking about our families, like we always do. We both shared the same acknowledgement that we are where we are supposed to be.
See, neither one of us has ever conceived a child. Just was not in the cards for us, I suppose. But, we both have teenage step children who we consider to be our kids. We were sharing about how we both have made decisions in our lives and it brought us to where we are now. That we have been through some shit and we were brought to exactly where we need to be. We love being step moms, the kids and their fathers.
After a horrid divorce, following an abusive marriage, I packed up my belongings, my cat, and I drove across the country. I did not do this on a total whim, I was given an opportunity to transfer to our Southwest office and keep the job that I loved. It all made sense. But, I did leave all that I knew, my family and my friends, to go on an adventure.
Within a few months, I was in a committed relationship with the man that I now consider to be my soulmate and I met the children that would, in time, be one of the main reasons I make it through every day of my life. This was all unexpected and not part of the plan I put together. I ended up being where I was supposed to be exactly when I was supposed to be there.
Life was nothing close to candy coated living in my new landscape. Numerous health conditions weaseled their way into my life and wrecked havoc. I went through the worst of what life had to offer for me. I was forced to be stronger than I had ever been because that’s what life was requiring from me at the time.
All of the trials and tribulations, from all the years ago, up until today, have brought me to who I am and where I am today. I am not living the life that I thought I would be living. I thought that I would have a corner office with a view, and travel on business every week, own nothing but pencil skirts and stiletto heels, but that is not what was intended for me.
I have a family. I am a mom (something I was certain would never happen for me). I am loved for me, the all over the place, chronically ill, mentally unstable, filled with anxiety, caring, loving, sensitive, me.
We are all on journeys. Every day brings us closer to where we are supposed to be. Each time something happens, it happens for a reason. In the end, we are living exactly what we are supposed to and it’s up to us to take a moment and look at what our journey has taught us, how it has made us a stronger person and how if we just keep taking one small step at a time, we do get to where we are supposed to be, even if it is not exactly what we thought it would be or where we thought we would end up.
Press on. Embrace what you have. Love yourself. Accept the past. Live in the present. Look forward to the future.