Rocking the Solo Life

Well, folks! It's been a wild ride – a decade of liberation from marriage and an interesting tango with spinal muscular atrophy (SMA). Who needs a partner when you can have a rollercoaster of a life that includes divorce papers and muscle-challenging hijinks?

Signing up for freedom

Ten years ago, I unlocked a level of freedom that even superheroes would envy – divorce achievement unlocked! Sayonara, wedded bliss, hello, rediscovering who I am. It's like stumbling upon a treasure map to my own awesomeness.

I've been on a quest to uncover the layers of me that got buried in marriage. From dusting off forgotten dreams to shaking hands with old quirks, it's been a journey of reunions and revelations. So, cheers to embracing the real me: quirks, dreams, and all – and saying, "Nice to meet you again!". From tearful goodbyes to ecstatic solo dance parties, my post-divorce life has been a whirlwind of emotions, revelations, and maybe a few too many pints of ice cream. But hey, who's counting?

My only sidekick is SMA

Welcome to the grand stage of life, where I'm not just the star – I've got a mischievous sidekick called SMA, ready to keep me on my toes. Think of it as my own personal comedy act, where SMA plays the role of the prankster, always up for a game of messing with my muscle strength.

It's like having a backstage pass to a show where the plot twists are unexpected and the humor is definitely not mainstream. But guess what? I've turned this challenging game into an adventure of its own. Walking? Nah, that's overrated – I've perfected the art of stylish wheelchair maneuvers and embrace ramps like a thrill-seeking pro. Take that, world!

You know those cheesy rom-coms that insist we need a "better half" to complete our lives? Well, I've thrown that script out the window and am living my own blockbuster tale. Picture this: instead of candlelit dinners, I'm having a blast with Stillwater Mobile Meals that would make Gordon Ramsay proud.

And "solo" travel? Oh, it's a thrill ride like no other. No negotiations over where to go or whether we should stop for the world's largest ball of yarn. Nope, it's just me, my sense of direction (or lack thereof), and my epic independence taking center stage.

Being the star in my own life

So, while Hollywood might keep pushing the notion of finding "the one," I'm over here winking at destiny and saying, "Nah, I'm good." Who needs a co-star when you can be the headliner of your own show? My life's a symphony of laughter, adventure, and self-discovery, and I've got a front-row seat to the action. So, sorry, rom-coms, but this leading lady is enjoying the single life, and it's a blockbuster hit in the making.

SMA might have tried to pull a prank on my muscles, but it didn't stand a chance against my unyielding spirit. Who knew that wheelchairs could become trusty chariots of awesomeness? I've learned to take the scenic route, appreciate the journey, and not sweat the small stuff – because let's face it, I've got bigger fish to fry.

Ten years of post-divorce and SMA-infused adventures have proven one thing – I'm a force to be reckoned with. Embracing my solo status and navigating life with an extra dose of "SMAzing" charm has been my superhero origin story. Through challenges, laughter, and maybe a few victory dances, I've rocked the art of embracing life on my terms.

So there you have it, my friends – a decade of divorce, SMA, and living life like the unapologetic rockstar I was destined to be. Who needs a partner when you've got resilience, humor, and a wardrobe of capes to don on any given day? Here's to the next ten years of spectacular solo shenanigans, where I continue to remind the world that my independence is my superpower. Cheers to life, laughs, and one heck of a joyous journey!