Now, where was I? Oh, right! I was healing from a bit of breakdown brought on by a traumatic breakup, working on being in recovery on the side, frosted just a bit by being a single mom. It's coming back to me now. And the last thing I remember thinking was that blogging was a bit self-indulgent.
Which it totally is.
So I come back here a bit reluctant, as well as feeling a bit exposed because sometimes the people who read this get a wee bit put out, for instance when I am explicit or ungrateful or when I tell the story my own fucking way because, hey, am I writing this or are YOU?, but I need this outlet. I have a big change on the horizon: I am going back to graduate school for master's degree #2. (I'm thinking of collecting an even half dozen, I guess.)
I have between now and the fall to find how the gear system of this Mack truck I'm driving works and shove this rig forward. And I can do it.
Damn the torpedoes (or whatever it is the bad guys shoot at Mack trucks). I'm out of this window and into the next. I hate change, but it really puts out.
