I miss blogging. There, I said it. Think I'll start again. I think I should tell the story of my co-workers and our night out drinking. Wait....we swore to keep our most embarassing stories a secret. HA! They don't know me very well yet.
I wish I'd known from the beginning that I was born a strong woman. What a difference it would have made! I wish I'd known that I was born a courageous woman; I've spent so much of my life cowering. I possess a warrior's heart. I wish I'd known that I'd been born to take on the world; I wouldn't have run from it for so long, but run to it with open arms. After so many false starts, recovery from narcissistic abuse, cancer, and finally finding my way, life is finally good. At fifty, I'm chasing all things beautiful as I pursue my BLISS. Thanks for stopping by!
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Welcome back. And I can't wait to here about any drunken debauchery from anybody. Tell all...
Does that mean you found job?
yeah! welcome back, sugar! xoxoxox
(this is why i never take anyone off my sidebar!)
spill it!
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