Our tool boxes, with gratitude
Today, I had the unexpected joy of reconnecting with a friend I hadn’t seen in nearly a decade. We shared stories of where life had taken us, catching up on the new chapters that had unfolded. Last time we saw each other, I was in the midst of a major life transformation. We talked about our kids and how we use the lessons from our own lives to help them become stronger, wiser, and better than we were. As I shared my story with her, I realized how far I’ve come. After years of being in unhealthy relationships, I have finally vowed to put myself first. This moment of self-recognition was a long time coming, and I was amazed at the inner strength I felt as I spoke my truths. It gave me a sense of pride I had longed for. Reflecting back to when I was a young girl, I remember the abuse I endured for years. At 16, I found the courage to press charges and leave everything behind, stepping into the unknown of a foster home. I often think—where did that fortitude come from? Maybe it was the de...