Thanks, Jennifer!

You know, in my 20s and early 30s, moving abroad would have seemed no biggie. The reason was because I lived and traveled abroad for brief times. Even all by myself. I was fearless back then. But then from my mid-30s up until just barely a year ago, such a move would have been seemingly impossible. I've made huge progress since then, with both managing my illness and regaining confidence. Of course my recent big move was not alone. I would not have managed without my husband. Nor would I have even attempted it without him. And yet, I played a leading (or equal) part in the tasks to prepare for our house sale and move. I felt empowered. I still do, to a large degree. That doesn't mean I'm managing perfectly, though. There are still challenges I'm avoiding. But who can be perfect? Who can do everything all at once? Being OK that I can't is, to me, great progress in and of itself. After what I went through those terrible years, nothing ahead seems insurmountable.