After a 5 year separation from my husband, in legal name only, February 18th can continue to be the day we were married and the day he walked out, or it can just be about me. A day, a time of year that I reset, revive, take stock, reevaluate, congratulate, and indulge. For me. A yearly vacation for me. It's slow, but I'm taking back control. Being me. Loving me. Protecting me. Trusting me. Spending this year in my happy place. It's cold, windy, and rainy at the beach right now. Beautiful. Supposed to clear up tomorrow. Hopefully a few rays of sunshine will appear. Either way, I'm healthy and hopeful and really, really ok. I've felt trapped in a weird situation and let it get me down sometimes. That's ok, too. Only good things, Samantha. Only good things.