When we last met I was full of resolve. I talked a big game about no longer being afraid of you. I was ready to crush you and not even feel bad about it.
Now that you’re gone and my husband is home again, I can honestly say I did crush you. I survived your holidays, your stress and your loneliness. I dodged the curve balls you threw at me and was pleasantly surprised by how quickly you went away. If I’m being honest, I did more than survive. I thrived: starting a business, sticking to fitness goals and kicking butt on my deployment goals. Any way you slice it, I did win.
And I’m very proud of that. A few years ago, I struggled to do anything other than survive. But I’ve grown and gotten better at handling your ups and downs each time you come around. I’m stronger because of you.
But I’ll let you in on a little secret, deployment. You actually did crush me a little bit, even though I tried to pretend you didn’t. But here’s the thing, I’m glad you did. Because if you ever came around and I wasn’t bothered by you, that would bother me.
Even though we’re parting ways for the time being, I know you’ll be back before I know it with a brand new set of challenges. And I will be ready.