Still here...
I'm still here. Don't know where I've been, really, but I *am* here. I doubt anyone else is, but that's neither here nor there.
I've thought about this place lately... I think I want to see if I can manage to make it over here with some regularity and start blogging again. I know I've said it before (and it didn't make any difference), but this place was very good for me... It made me think more, helped me articulate my thoughts, process the mess, make sense of it, vent... In a way, it helped me see the intelligent, independent, and valuable woman that I am. It helped me stay clear on *who* I am.
I guess I'm hoping I can get the same result again.
Can you believe my son is six? yeah... I know. I can hardly believe it either. He's in kindergarten. That's been a whole other struggle... won't go there just yet.
Quick snapshot of life since I last gave any inkling: I'm all too close to no longer being in my twenties, Tate broke his arm on Good Friday, I'm still single (and still tired of the grief I get for it), I work for a huge healthcare company selling surgical instruments, I do go to the gym but not like I used to (struggling to find the enthusiasm I once held for it)... My younger sister is pregnant with her second child, my father lives in Daytona Beach (45 minutes away)... Oh, Tate and I were in a horrible accident in October but we both walked away pretty much unharmed...
Yeah, I think that's probably enough for now. It's hard, when you've been away for so long and there's so much you want to process, but there's just so much explaining to do. I think maybe it's better that way. Let's the thoughts brew a bit longer before I pour them...
'Til then...
