Last Friday marked a different kind of finish line.
Not one I ever trained for, but one I needed to cross.
I’m not ready to unpack all of it yet.
But I wanted it out there, because it’s part of my story.
Walking away wasn’t easy.
But it was necessary.
I stayed longer than was healthy for me. Mostly because I couldn’t see another way.
But sometimes the hardest move is the one that brings the most peace.
Here’s to new beginnings, healthy connections, and the freedom to keep moving forward.
#MOVE.