What Do You Do When You Don't Know What To Do?

Well, friends. Here we are.

I am 2.5 months into a season I wasn't prepared for. Or perhaps I was all along...

And I am still standing.

Still breathing.

Still believing.

Still praying.

Still here.

Still running.

Still smiling.

I am still here. I've made it this far which 2.5 months ago I would have told you nope, don't think I'm going to make it.

For those of you who may not know, on September 11, my husband of 10 years told me he was done. He doesn't love me. Hasn't loved me in 4 years. And two days later moved out.

Just like that.

A family broken, hearts shattered, shock and pools of tears. In a matter of moments.

And I'm still actually here, present, feeling it all, allowing myself grace, laughing at times and smiling more than I thought I would.

Why? Because what do we do when we don't know what to do?

We do our habits.

One friend sent me this message: