Six Months. Holy hell. SIX MONTHS.
That’s a helluva long time for me not to blog. I almost feel the urge to say I’m sorry, but I have to tell you … I’m not. As much as I love you all so very much and believe me stopping writing has led me to have some severe guilt … but people, something dawned on me after my BIL passed away. And to quote an old favorite …
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
So … I did. I stopped. And yes, maybe it didn’t take me a day or a week or a month to look around – *Laugh* Hell or even two months. Yet in the end, I came to realize that certain things simply had to change. And where does change start?
And dammit, I am a work in progress but I couldn’t be happier about it. I can’t promise to be back to blogging full time – and I sincerely love and appreciate all the emails I’ve received – yes, I am okay. And yes, I’m happy. In fact, I’m … really happy. I don’t feel like I’m floundering anymore, rather that I’ve found the place I’m supposed to be.
Not to worry however, Emilee (OF COURSE!), bacon, martini’s and beer still have a major impact in my life. A girl can only change the stuff that doesn’t make her happy.
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