Reworking....
It is not that I dont have anything to say, because I do. I just dont know if I want to anymore. Out loud. Lets see.... I busted through the other side of my season of sadness always the early fall. came out to greet Thanksgiving and Christmas with a positive attitude. Here I am in mid February, feeling, the same. All of the stuff that was there last year, still here this year. But... this year... I am okay with being HERE. Literally and figuratively. HERE is a lucky, healthy,manageable, mostly predictable, good place. Is it perfect? No. Am I settling for something less than I deserve, or desire,. No. I am actually happy with where we are. The girls are good. Our boy.. is good. My man is happy, feeling fullfilled sooo a happy daddy. I am good. Is it ok to feed off of all of them? They are happy, I am happy? Be3cause that is how it works. At least for now. I have been writing most of these years to purge,empty myself on the page so I didnt stew mys...