Resurrection*


*a rising again, as from decay, disuse, revival; the act of causing something that had ended or been forgotten or lost to exist again, to be used again, etc.

 The title of this blog post is in no way meant to offend anyone and by no means is it a comparison to religious beliefs.  It is simply a word taken from the dictionary to best describe the return of my blog on a day in which many acknowledge Christ's Resurrection.  

 As I sit alone today, preparing to celebrate my first Easter in a new place, away from my kiddos, my parents, my siblings and close friends, I have time to reflect on the events of the last few years.  To say they have been challenging would be an understatement.  

The Couch Chronicles was my escape, my outlet, a place to unplug from the world and let out my frustrations.  Once I had reached the place where I felt contentment and peace, I believed it was time to say farewell to my personal blog that chronicled the journey.  But today, I've decided to bring it back, to resurrect this meaningful media so that I can share the silver lining.  

 I present, the first post in The Couch Chronicles...Continued.

 I am mother not a martyr.  I am entitled to live a happy, peaceful life.  It is what my children need to see.  They need to know that you can rise from your ashes and create a new life, a different ending, you have the power to change your direction, to seek happiness and remove toxic relationships, even with family members.  

 Nothing is written in stone.  Things don't have to stay the way they are because that's what has always been done.  So what if it's tradition?  Does what you do fulfill you?  Does it make you happy?  Is it what you love?  If it isn't, why are you still doing it?  Those are the questions I want my children to ask themselves and the only way they will know how is by example.  

 What I was doing, for the sake of tradition, of societal views, because that's what women do, was killing me from the inside.  I was numb.  I no longer felt the pain or the hurt but I also didn't feel joy, love, or happiness.  

 It's no secret that San Diego has been my happy place.  Just recently an Uber driver asked, "So what brought you here from Texas?"  

"It's always been my happy place." I said.  

 His reply was perfect.  "Oh, so you decided to be full-time happy."

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