It’s been 5 years since that day that I swore would change my life forever!  I had these naive thoughts of what would life would be like after crossing that finish line. My husband would love me more, my friends would like me more, I’d like me more.  I know it sounds strange, but it was the perception I had at the time.

But it didn’t happen. I didn’t cross that finish line that night. And it turns out, my husband didn’t want to be married to me anymore as confessed days so finishing wasn’t going to change that.

I remember dreaming about it.  My creative imagination saw me crossing the finish-line where the heavens would then open and angles would sing, and rays of sunshine would glide me effortlessly across the finish.  Upon crossing the line i would presented with a green jacket like in the Masters or they’d open a box and present me with a gold card (of course as the box opened it sang with hymns) and I would have entry into the club.  Typing this now, so makes me realize how naive this perspective was.

A finish line doesn’t change a person. It doesn’t make anyone like me any more or less.  It doesn’t even make me like me any more.  The challenge comes in the journey. How your heart grows, how you grow.