the what and the why

I have been craving a creative outlet, I have been hungry for some sort of cathartic activity. A friend mentioned that if I had a blog- she would read it. "What would I write?" I wondered.

Then I realized:

I am currently divorcing a sociopath who left me for his addictions and girl named Amy. Probably have some things to say about that.

I just had weight loss surgery, and have been fat my whole life- and enjoyed it for the most part... this transition might have some consequential words to share.

I am a single mom, and my kid is crazy and wonderful- so theres that.

I live in a small town, 6 blocks from my parents- and I need to publicly make fun of myself, because thats my favorite coping mechanism. My parents dog runs away to my house... you feel me?

So- I am blogging. :-)

The end of the dock: I grew up on a lake, there were never moments more relaxing, peaceful, inspiring, cathartic, beautiful, or good than the warm nights I spent with my feet in the still water, staring at the reflection of the moon on the water at the end of the dock. Those were the times in my life when I knew who I was, I knew who God was, and I didn't worry. Instead I hoped, and I dreamed at the end of the dock.

Hope is everything, I need to get to the end of the dock...