My life has been a weird one the last year. Well, a little over a year. While I can’t go into details… just trust me.

The last 7 days have also been new to me. I’m trying to figure out who I am. I’ve been a little bit of a lost person for a last few years.

Last week, I asked my husband to leave.

Now, I have 3 months to find me. He has 3 months to find him.

Maybe we find each other at the end? I don’t know.

I do know, I’ve missed writing. I NEED to write. It’s like throwing up all over paper without the nasty clean up. (Nice visual huh?)