Poor little Carol Ann. We all know what happened to her, until she found her way into the light…and landed in the bathtub with her mommy, covered in lots of viscous, chicken innard looking, I-just-got-birthed yuckies. Of course, when you’re in your mid forties and don’t have your mommy and a creepy voiced little medium to save you…you have to save your own little self. Not that my mommy didn’t try, but some things you have to do yourself when you are a grown-up(presumably).
Anyway, little Julia Ann(not to be confused with the aforementioned Carol Ann), finally did rummage around in the dark until a little pinhole of light revealed itself in the darkness of the big scary cave that we humans periodically find ourselves in. Oh for fucks sake…does that drivel sound all contrived and drama queenie or what?
To do some considerable paraphrasing, my story is as follows: I got divorced, fell in love, suffered some losses, found my own voice and my strength, and am currently living happily ever after.
As a result of all this goodness…I will be resuming my place in blogdom (and the corniness just keeps a commin’) post haste (OK, maybe not that quickly). My goals for the comming year are as follows: 1. learn how to get pictures on my blog, 2. bust the heck out of my scarily gargantuan stash, 3. make time in each day to practise yoga, even if it is only for 5 min at a time, 4. be a good mother and significant other in the context of my new stage in life, and last, but not least, 5. be true to myself.
Best Wishes for a Happy New Year, The Kniteral Speaker
