As I sit here in my hotel room since my wife decided we need some space. I can’t help but reflect on my situation.

Im watching my life of the last 14 years of my personal life crumble around me. I know everything I’ve known is going to change drastically. I know there will be tears and heartache and anger. I know I’ll question my will to keep fighting.

But as this is happening, I am somehow thriving in my career. While I feel like I’m hardly showing up, I continue to get accolades and praise.

I have always felt my life is like a book. Each chapter representing a time in my life. Each chapter a different person. As I close the last pages of the chapter I’m on, I can only remain hopeful, as I know I am the author to my life. And I plan on writing my happy ending