Reworking....

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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 myself inmy own thoughts.
I wanted all my LOVE to be EVIDENT long after I was gone.  It is all here.
Ismy life so easy right now that I dont need to write?
Is that a good thing.  ummm YES.
I should write the good things,so we can all comeback to it, and laugh.
I want to share the new days, because they will soon be the OLD days again.
I will also need these boring EASY days to remember because the day will come when it will not be this easy.
Even a Jack story everyday would entertain even the coldest hearts.
Do my best to keep up.
I still love you all.


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