Living!

I don’t know how to start, so, I’m just going to start where I am.

I am me. I am a person. I am a woman. I am in my fif—never mind that. A lady never tells. I was raised as an American Southerner in New York. This probably set the stage for my life. I am self-contradictory. I don’t make sense. I do, however, love words, and have been told my words are often entertaining. That’s why I’m here, using words.

I have survived three cancers, neglect, abuse, and the loss of a child, but I’m a pretty optimistic and positive person. I’m a gardener and a bird-lover. In every astrological or related kind of thinking, I am the feminine. I am the negative. I am the dark, the earth, the moon.

If you don’t care for run-on sentences, please take this opportunity to leave. Leave now.

I’m currently in a state of transition; not for the first time. I doubt it will be the last time, either. My youngest child has graduated college. I am free to go. Wherever. Whenever. I am now living for living. Living for myself. Living for me.

When titling this blog, I titled it Living: A Journey, a Guide. A Pinch of Inspiration. I hope I can live up to that title. It is certainly my intent to do so. I hope that I will make you laugh. I expect I might make you cry. I know that, if you stick with me, you won’t feel so alone. I plan to be raw, unedited, and utterly candid here. I will say the things I think we all feel, but don’t say. No one I might run into at the grocery store is invited here. It would be like riding through town naked.

If you are still here, however; here I am-naked as the day I was born.

I look forward to journeying on with you.