So over the last year and a half, my dogs died, two of my friends died, my Dad died and I stopped writing.
Need I say depression stepped in?
I guess I could have written through the pain, shared my experience and turned it into an Epic novel like ” The Stand ” by Stephen King .
But I didn’t.
I went to work and I went to sleep in more ways than one.
And one day I just stepped up and reached out and lo and behold I found out I had an entire life out there. Friends, adventures, a wonderful, beautiful family and Gelato…I discovered Gelato ( thank you Colleen ) and I discovered the joys of shopping ( thank you Linda ) and makeup counters ( word Sherry ). The Residents at Riversleigh Manor ( smiley face here ). My pen pal turned e-mail turned FB friend in Scotland ( Hey Heather) was even there .
In a way it was like everyone appeared as if by magic when I really needed them the most.
But the truth is, they were there all along- with the rest of my life, just waiting for me to reclaim it.
And I did.
The last thing I’ve returned to is my writing.
That’s when I knew I was ready to be me- the new and improved me again.
I have no idea ( yet ) what me and my new outlook on the world will do with this wonderful gift
but I’m excited to find out.
I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty great.