A Year and 7 Months

It's been a year and seven months since I last wrote. I suppose there's a reason for that. In this space of time, I have traveled, learned more cooking techniques, starting painting again, I've really begun running more dedicatedly. I do yoga daily, and I philosophize constantly.

So, what all has happened? I've moved twice, read countless books, learned life is peculiar, uncomfortable a lot of the time, but usually worth it. I have learned that life requires saying goodbye to things and people, not because they are bad, just because it's no longer healthy to have them in my life.

I have been living a very simple life--I do not have cable or Internet at home. This has afforded me the chance to increase my volume of hobby engagement and soul searching. Every day is a project to discover something new about myself and/or the world I live in, the people who share in the madness and beauty of life, and what I can do to increase the beauty and decrease the madness.

I am extremely thankful for all that I have, the things I have overcome, and the challenges I do not have to face.  In the last year and seven months, I have become irreversibly separated from my husband, Dave. In this space of time, I have started to become myself again.