I love the random challenges I find while reading other blogs. This one literally shouted “I dare you!!!!!” while I was browsing … of course I can’t ignore a dare. The three suggestions at the top of my reader … flowers, cocktails, yoga “Valentine’s day, my arse”, she fumed. “Bloody idiot wouldn’t know what romance […]
How do I define myself without the facade of family, husband, partner, someone else? Am I capable of remaining true to myself? Can I sustain that level of independence?
Feels like it is a never ending cycle of starting over. No sooner do I get settled in one place, and admittedly bored senseless, than I am uprooting myself and starting over. New people, new places, new things and feeling like I am barely treading water. It’s disconcerting, scary and just plain anxiety ridden.