We all find our way back in a distinct and unique way. For me, I have never even known how to find my way anywhere, let alone back. My methods of coping are myopic at best and extremely destructive at worst. Throughout the years my life has pulled, pushed, and nudged me, in which direction I was never sure. I fall deeply in love only to be cast away over miniature spats. I ask questions of life and get no answers. I toil at nonexistent challenges and fall to pieces when I need be strong. I have been begging the universe to show me the way, to give me the rewards I strive towards. And finally…..today I woke up knowing that the path I need to travel is the one that will take me back. I need to know why I am who I am. Why I do what I do. Why I crumble so easily and how I stand so tall. This side page of my beloved blog will be for that. In the spirit of discipline I will write at least one story a week about my life. They will not be in order, though I will try to give them some sense of a time frame. I will leave in or change names with discretionary kindness. Some will seem to have little or no relevance to you or me, which is why I won’t promote this page in any way. Come here to read about me if you’d like. My plan is to sort through my life so I can find my way home. If the demons follow me back then I will fight them there, if I must. On the steps of my house, armed with knowledge that at this moment I do not have. As a child I learned to bury the bad along with the goods, and it is high time for me to get to digging. Life is too short and precious to hide from the moments that build it.
Until I figure out a more cohesive way to log this, all new entries will be in the Breadcrumbs drop down menu. Let me know if this isn’t working well and I will attempt to fix it.