Thrive As You

A friend of mine was kind enough to point out that I haven't written since February.  Well two things.  First of all, I went and got myself a real, bonafide J.O.B.  Like the full time kind where I have to show up every day.  It's putting a major cramp in my style and in my ability to write.  And secondly, my friend was wrong.  I have been writing, in what little time I have found... it's just that I've started writing, the book .  Insert screams here! All jokes aside, I absolutely love my job.  I am a special education teaching assistant at an elementary school about 6 minutes from my house. I have the joy of working with some phenomenal women and the sheer blessing to work with some of the most miraculous kids I could ever hope to meet.  All of that and I have the same schedule as my own children, so I'm still able to be home for them.  Honestly, my job is nothing short of a miracle. But enough about that, let's get down to the nitt...

One of my best, dearest, closest friends sent me this text at 1am.  YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!  I love my team! I love my people! I love getting hit in the head with bricks... Oh wait..... 

Funny thing about admitting to the world that you're at rock bottom.  The world comes to your rescue.  Since my post a few days ago, referring to rebuilding my solid foundation, my fortress out of bricks, I've had a lot of bricks come my way.  It takes a village y'all. And I am so thankful and blessed for my village.  Some of you are new members. I thank you so much for being brave enough to enter the ring with me. To those of you who have been in the ring with me from the beginning, I'm even more grateful to you. Why? Because you're well aware of the crazy and you stay anyway. The new peeps haven't quite been fully initiated yet.  In the span of just a few days I have taken those bricks and one by one begun to rebuild.   Am I there yet? Of course not. As a good friend said, if you bounce back from rock bottom in a matter of days, then you probably weren't really AT rock bottom to begin with.  But with each brick, each hand that holds mine, and each ro...