I was looking out my window at the sunrise, with the Ponce Inlet Lighthouse shining in the distance. I was having my cheereos and wondering what the day would bring. I had never been to the Atlantic coast before, and had only heard of New Smyrna Beach because Weather Channel Meteorologist Jim Cantore camped out there during a hurricane a few years ago. Never did I imagine that I would find myself there, making a childhood dream come true and falling in love with Florida. I only live an hour from the Florida state line, but this place was different. I was comfortable. I felt like I belonged. I wanted to stay. I wish I could go back. I don't know if I'll ever make it back there again. I hope I do. If I had my health and was able to work full time, I'd possibly be living there now. Or not, now that I think of it. If I hadn't been ill and resigned from the hospital, I would not have been given the opportunity to go in the first place. Everything happens for a reason and affects everything else that happens in your life from then on. That's what they say, anyway. Whoever "they" are.
I think back to one year ago today, and looking at that lighthouse in the distance, I prayed that it would be the beginning of a new life. And so it was. A life of ups and downs no different than before, but with new eyes. That lighthouse represents a drastic change in my life. A light in the midst of the darkness...determination...perseverance...and hope for a brighter tomorrow.