I am, definitely, the problem.
While I’m taking responsibility, in all fairness, some of this life stuff was messed up before I got here.
Growing up in a Baptist two parent household with alcohol abuse and domestic violence as an Aries teen mom…
Come’on, I don’t think anyone would be surprised that my life resembles a bull, well no, a ram…tiptoeing through a China shop.
But that’s not the purpose of this post.
The only purpose of this first post is to click ‘Publish’.
No overthinking. No asking AI where to start, how to start or what to say. No freaking out over Anonymous vs Public.
Just showing grace to the few words allowed to the front of the line after, seemingly, being on punishment for so long.
Just carving out a little space for myself.
Not a full “Ahem!,” just a slight clearing of the throat if you will.
I miss writing. I miss helping others. I miss sharing my world. I miss expressing how I see it.
Here’s where I get out of my own way.
Here’s where I allow something new to take shape.
Here’s where I listen and trust what I hear.
Thank you, God, for another chance.