I Rock....cuz I'm standin' on it.

Hey hey hey.  I have worked hard today.   For me.  For my kids.  I went to the store and bought what I needed and I didn't worry.  I didn't second guess myself.  It felt sooooooo   goooooood.  Very good.  It released something.  Something good.  To remember who I am a little bit more.  I didn't overspend.  I got the paint I needed.  I got a pair of scissors...because go figure, we never have a pair.
Today I have straightened all of the computer cords, moved the desk, emptied the desk, cleaned out the loveseat.  Emailed him in response to what towels etc he can have.  I have done the HARD things.  And it's hard.  Still.  And yet...it is a good kind of hard.
Oh, and I painted a great chair and am getting creative with how to use the chair.
Dragged the entry way carpet out into the sun.  Got a recliner ready to go.  Went through pictures.  Gave him a photo album....didn't put it together for him.
Burned credit cards. And check book.  Had a fire in the fireplace.  Made the house smell better.  And celebrated.  I will have a place again.  A unique and different room. I'll figure it out.
And I figured out how to take care of the kids this weekend.  I am doing well.  Standing strong.  Standing firm.  Standing on promises.  The Rock.
And I am not swayed.  And I DO love.  And I DO forgive.  But, that doesn't mean that I have to live as I have.
Rock on.
grace.