It has been a long year since I posted last. There were
times I longed to write it all down and share my struggles and triumphs with
everyone, but something always got it the way. I can be the queen of excuses
when I want to be. But to my defense some of my excuses were legit! I wanted to
write about my Dad and what we were going through, but his case wasn't closed
yet, and I wanted to err on the side of caution. In this day and age whatever
you put out into cyber space can be used against you. Then there was the
apartment disaster. Seriously, a nightmare, an expensive one too. I was nervous
to post anything about that horrible experience because I knew the antagonist
was unpredictable and it might make matters even worse. I started a new job
that I thought would be perfect for me, just to find out it wasn't what I
thought it was going to be. Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful for all of
the things I have learned it's just... well I still feel partially paralyzed to
candidly write about that since I still need a pay check. :) So, in my year of
blogger silence, I have moved 4 times, broken up with my boyfriend and then
months later got back together with him, got a new job, built up and then lost
my savings twice, made fabulous friends, became a hockey fan, had my car bumper
fixed (it’s been jacked up for 2 years, so that was a victory), settled into a
church home and am now a muscle woman, due to the multiple moves. Oh yeah and I
am on a billboard in Nashville!
Currently, I am back at the Bennett's home. The Bennett's
are welcoming me back into their safe haven due to the unfortunate events
surrounding my ever changing living situation. Laurel Bennett has been my
personal saint in Nashville. She is way more than shelter to me; she is a big
sister who is always looking out for her lost sheep, aka me. It is always a
pleasure to be in their home. I am also undergoing some soul searching as far
as my career goes. I know what I love, and I know what I am good at, so now I
am going to chase it. That's what your 20s are for anyway, right? Well mine are
at least. I am pumped about turning 24, because I am hopelessly committed to
the idea that it will be a magical year. I am craving a fresh start and a new
adventure.
It feels good to be back, no more hiatus, no more excuses.
