So once again, I fell off with my posts. Writing about my past almost sent me to counseling, thank God I have a best friend that I can work my shit out and talk through some stuff. But I still ended up with a major writing block. I really did not want to finish my story. Maybe not in this format or maybe because my mother is still alive and I knew I wasn’t being honest. Then I realized I really didn’t need to finish telling it, I am still living it. Moving forward I will share stories, but I want them to be my stories, not my parents. Stories about choices I made that impacted my life.
So Happy New Year. I plan on reading more, writing more, living more, and enjoy being the woman I am growing to be. I hope you enjoy witnessing the process by reading my blogs and commenting on my posts. Let’s have a dialog this year.