I've decided to go back and see a therapist. I'm having some ISSUES!
So, tell me ... would you like to read about how I became a dust bunny/nitebyrd along with all my date, Mulder, son, daughter, dog, I-hate-people, funny pictures, oddball news, stuff? Maybe it will help with my head shrinking. I'm not going to do a poll, I want you to tell me, Yes or No and why.
This is a blog by a woman in her 50's who is finally on the crooked path to find who she truly is.
Married at 19 and divorced at 53. I am going to unearth the artist, the cynic, the free spirit that has been long buried. Or die trying.
I've left Bethlehem
and I feel free...
I've left the girl I was supposed to be
and some day I'll be born.