I felt left behind. My friends and family were getting pregnant, having babies, and raising toddlers. I was left behind. Sure, my friends and family were nice people and they loved me. I was welcome to join them in the new season of their lives. But it always felt like I was entering and exiting a different world. I would have a hangover of feelings for days after hanging out.
Then there were my friends who didn't have kids. I was left behind there too. I was stuck in grief.
Elaine wrote about her six year blogging anniversary. Part of her post read, "Six years. Wow. There is so much gratitude. For everything I was able to overcome, leave behind, and learn."
For everything I was able to... leave behind.
That really stuck out to me.
What if I wasn't left behind? What if it was me that was doing the leaving?
We all know I didn't have kids. That I went back to school to change careers. That I uprooted my life and moved 1200 miles across the country. That I left my marriage and got divorced.
I left behind old hopes and dreams, dysfunctional relationships, and a life that didn't fit anymore.
One little phrase can mean so much.
One little phrase can be turned around with a change in perspective.