They say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. I'd say that has been true, but it isn't the marriage itself. If anything Connor has been the most steadfast part of my life. It's all the weird crap that swirls around us that has been difficult, like the month we dealt with a false insurance claim against us. Long story short, we were accused of rear ending someone and the driver who caused the accident gave false insurance and license plate.... our license plate. When we finally were able to convince the insurance that we weren't there by having them photograph our car to prove there was no damage, they forgot to call off collections. It's sorted now, but it was stressful while it was happening.
Just this past week a traumatizing event occurred. No one was hurt, but I was severely spooked. It's been difficult to know exactly what to write, so for now I will leave it. But I have learned quite a bit. (Might as well get something out of all the pain.) I'm gaining a stronger sense of empathy for those going through tough times. I also know that behind everyone's beautiful blog, there is someone who is trying to make ends meet, who is dealing with death or illness in the family, who isn't sure what they should do with their lives. And really, it's ok. Things will work out one way or another (although usually not according to plan). There really is only one guarantee in life (other than death and taxes) and that is that things will always be scary. It's hard making decisions and it's impossible to know what is right. And it's ok to be scared.
