Moving On

I'm trying to think when I really started this journey of moving on.  It wasn't this past January 2011 when I left my husband of 23 years.  It was in May of 2010 when I got my first tattoo.  Call it the first stages of rebellion but it was probably more like the day I was truly born.  All I know is that my chains were taken off of me and I became a free person that day.  Now, I'm just trying to enjoy myself and life in general.