Life is different now; my dreams are different, my hopes are different and the way I react to things is different. I spent a long time grieving for the old me, and I failed to notice that the new me is ok too. I wonder how many people would even spot the subtle differences.
Of course, if I could, I’d be the person I was before it all fell apart but I can live with the new me too. I try to look to the future and imagine how it will be in 5 years’ time, and I can’t. But I can do one day at a time. I’m learning about who really matters, and who I can live without. I’m learning to start a new day every day, and to not worry so much about yesterday… Yesterday is history, after all.
And tomorrow is the future. The future is beginning to look a little brighter.