Somehow, I've managed to find my big girl panties. I've pulled them on, looked at myself in the mirror and had that self talk.
You know the one.
Where you tell yourself everything is going to be alright, that everyone is counting on you. And then I put one foot in front of the other and marched through the week with determination and distraction.
Two weeks down.
Twenty four, probably more, weeks to go.
April can't come fast enough, but at least now I know, I'm gonna make it. One week at a time.
Thanks for all your supportive words and emails. You are all the best, most supportive friends this girl could ever ask for. Honest to goodness.