I Shall March On…
Sometimes you “can’t” go home again. R.I.P. Betty White.
Chapter Thirty-six. Trip back home wasn’t what I expected; though I’m not sure what I expected. Looking back, it’s truly something I needed, and put a lot of things into perspective. Work is crazy as usual. I’m working on changing my mindset. The future sort of feels bright again. I can do this.
Chapter Thirty-seven. It’s been 4 years since I moved to Cincinnati. My, how the months have flown. Great and horrible all at the same time. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m beyond happy to be here. I created a life. I’m proud of me.
Chapter Thirty-eight. Betty White is gone from this Earth. Covid is almost two years in. The world is a crazy place. I’m legit worried about the future. But I’m in it for the long run. I shall march on. It is what it is. This is me now.
Chapter Thirty-nine. My nephew was born 15 years ago today. I cannot hang. The world is still a crazy place. I’m putting good thoughts out into the Universe. Feeling better about being in it for the long run. Still drowning, though. But as always, I’ll get through it. I have to.
Chapter Forty. I am almost 44. Sigh. It’s a whole thing. My mental health is on the upswing. The Universe is abiding. Still feeling good about being in it for the long run. Still also drowning. I continue to get through it. I’m reentering a happy place.
So much happy drowning??
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