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Well, hello, there...it's been a couple of years and MY how times have changed!

 Life is different.

 I am different.

 And this blog, as it's been so many times before, is going to be different.

 I've wanted to reopen this little corner of the internet for awhile, but had no idea where to start. I seem to find myself in that situation many times over...I want to be somewhere I'm not and have no idea how to get there. One thing I've learned over the last year and half, is that there's only one way to get where you want to be and that's by taking a step. There's beauty in moving forward. In stepping into the unknown....even if you're scared shitless.

 As usual, I have no idea where this blog will go or what shape it will take or even how long I'll write my words down for the world to see. Even though all of that is uncertain, I'm happy to be back here...in this little space that I love.

 So. Here we are again, friends. Welcome back.


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