I’ve been away for a long time. Honestly, I haven’t had the energy nor focus to post here, yet I’ve recently felt a strong pull to return. So here I am. 

A lot has happened and yet I can’t really put my finger on a single incident that sticks out.  Growth. Funny activity that seems so huge when it occurs and then I get beyond it and can only go “phew I’m glad that’s over with.” But it’s not.  Growing never is, is it? 

Often I refrained from posting because, I wasn’t clear what I wanted to write about in this blog nor was I clear on the perspective I wanted to write.  Would I come from the personal or the professional.  By degree and vocation, I am a mental health therapist but life…I’m a woman. Writing from therapist feels preachy and detached and when I read back through my posts I could hear the struggle to define and it felt redundant and boring.  So I’ve decided to write from the perspective of me.  Sharing who I am and what I experience may prove to be much more beneficial for me and you, than attempts to provide unsolicited crafted advice.  All I can do is share my story so that’s what I’ve decided to do.  Share my story.  

I won’t bore you with the history, we’ll start here at chapter 52.  I may dip into how I’ve arrived at this point, where I am (or believe I am)  and where I hope to go.  Hopefully something resonates with you or someone you know.  Either way, I am honored and humbled that you even stopped by to read this.  

So let’s dig in shall we?