![]() The movement must have caught her eye, and she turned to look at me. ![]() Eager to get this trip over with, my boyfriend moved her cart a few inches so I could push ours past. (Even Pre-COVID, we shopped weekly to save time, energy, and money.) We slowly wound our way through the store we simultaneously loved and hated-large selection and great prices, narrow aisles and never enough cashiers.Ī woman’s cart stood between us and the almond milk, one of the last items on our list. Yesterday, my boyfriend and I made our weekly sojourn to the grocery store. Turn toward the path of growth, peace, joy. Let’s hop into the driver’s seat of our lives.Ĭheck the rear view mirror to remember where we came from. The only thing we know for sure is that there is no GPS and we can’t refill our tanks when our fuel finally runs out. Other times the path is leisurely, not a pothole or speed bump in sight. Some times we find ourselves at dead ends. Life is full of twists and turns, a road ever winding with deep curves ahead. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll help some of y’all who are healing too. My goal now is to rediscover my love of writing, explore all the things I’m learning about myself on my journey through therapy, and HEAL. The wounds may have healed a bit over time, but the memories of their infliction never faded. Reading the entries reminds me of how broken, how lost and afraid I was. You know, one of the reasons I’ve avoided writing here is because this blog chronicles some of the lowest points of my life. I’ve often tried to drum up the inspiration, the energy to write. It isn’t like I haven’t thought about it, though. After OVER A YEAR of crickets on the blog. I know it’s been awhile but I’ve decided to give this blogging thing a try. …Am I actually getting my shit together?!?
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