I wish I had something simple to say. A blog post about a DIY project, or a funny story about my kids... Sometimes, I wish I was more shallow, less feel-y, and didn't have the overwhelming need to express myself. But then again, I don't wish that. Because that's not me. I'm outspoken to a fault. Not about what you do with your life, but about my own. My soul just has the need to share. I'm starting a new chapter... My marriage has ended. Love hurts. Happy times are beautiful, and wonderful. But it's the hard times that build character, that mold and shape you...the low blows, the scary twists, and the uncertainty. It's in those times of chaos and falling apart, that I have found myself. I don't have any regrets. I was meant to learn these lessons. I've been a quitter. I have done and said things that I'm not proud of. I've been the abused, and the abuser. There were times I was so lost, and I didn't even know who I was. ...
A contradictory slew of rambling...