Homeward Bound Street

After 2 1/2 years, in 5 minutes, with everything packed in one box, I made it down the hallway, the stairs and out the door without seeing anyone. No goodbyes. I got in my car and drove out of the parking lot not looking back, not once. I was let go. The words stung, but strength came in focusing on the beautiful sunny day ahead to walk out into, freely. To begin 100% creating and living the life of my dreams no longer helping someone else’s become a reality. What left with me was so much more than just the possessions in that one box. No regrets, so much gained during my time spent on 63rd Ave. Starting my journey associating going back to work with the crushing feeling leaving my son in daycare eventually turned into finding a new way of life, one that I want to spread like a wild fire. Heading north on Homeward Bound Street, sun shining in my heart, no regrets, enjoying the moment and looking forward to the future. You live once. Make it count, make your mark. When you find yourself on Homeward Bound Street see it as the best opportunity ever handed to you,  to be able to devote yourself fully into reaching your goals and creating and living the life of your dreams. Life happens for you, not to you.