Thanks for joining me! I don’t even know where to begin, I just know that I want to. Need to. I need an outlet but I don’t want to talk anyone to death. And I’m REALLLYYYYY trying this new idea of non-toxic ways to deal with my ridiculous life. I’ve considered (and many people have suggested) writing a book about my life and experiences, but that seems way too difficult and organized. Blogging I can kinda just say what’s on my mind at any given time rather than end the story. What if I wrote a book and forgot something? Anyways, I thought about where to start…birth? High school years? Motherhood? UGH I for once have FULL CONTROL to do something the way I want to do it and I can’t figure out how!! HEY NOW, don’t I, haven’t I, had full control of my life and decisions and experiences thus far? NOPE. Why not? Well, where to begin…I guess with today. Today I decided to sit down and take a few minutes to just start this, because I firmly believe someone somewhere will read, and relate, or at least find it interesting, and at the same time I’ll have an outlet that maybe will change things for me. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Welp, actually many of my ventures were gain-less. Why would someone want to read my blogs? Well if you like stories about people’s weird ass childhoods, homelessness, dives off the deep end, substances abuse issues, domestic violence, career paths, relationship drama, ALL that good stuff, you’ll love what I provide. And I promise you some of it will truly sound like fiction, although I also promise you it’s not. Oh how many times I have said “you can’t make this shit up”…so I will truly “begin” later I guess??? In the meantime, I am off to try to reconnect with my religion at services, do laundry and some cleaning up all in the process of choking back tears all day because I am trying to hide the pain of being a newlywed whose husband went to jail the day before our 2 month anniversary. That’s nothing, wait til you hear the rest of my story.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton