I bought a cheap tube of mascara and put it on in the parking lot. That’s how desperate I was for retail therapy.
My dog, Moon, is at the end of his life. I know this. I’ve known it for a while. But knowing it doesn’t make it easier, just more obvious.
When mature women enter an exciting new phase in their lives and re-discover themselves as individuals, that’s Self-Discovery 2.0.
Can I find peace staring into the murky pond without knowing what lies at the bottom? Yes, I can. And that’s the wonder of it.
I’m taking a vacation from weekly posts, putting my blog on hiatus for the growing season to explore my inner dirt and write in depth.
Some days the chaos freaks me out. Other days I see the order of things and realize that chaos is just a pattern I fail to recognize.
My storage space was my exit strategy. If things didn’t work out, I had another life in a box waiting for me to start over someplace else.