It didn’t go the way I thought.
I never got to have kids.
I’m divorced.
My career that I once aspired to is over, having never quite begun.
I’m getting older … enough to notice.
But that’s okay!
I’m still alive and I’m still me.
I’m still full of all the hope and dreams I ever had.
I’m still going through this journey called life, right beside my friends, who may have kids, or spouses, or careers, but we’re really all the same.
We’re all God’s kids.
I’ve pulled my chair up to the table with a smile.
I belong.
I always have.