Watch any movie about an accident, and good cinematography will play the scene in slow motion. This is what it felt like as I sailed through air. I was aware of everything – the feeling of weightlessness before I landed, watching my dad drive away, believing he’d never know I was gone and I’d be lost forever.
I think we all can agree that this year has been a whirlwind of a year. Now, no one wanted to claim 2021 to be “their year,” but let’s be honest – we were thinking it. I mean, anything had to be better than 2020, right? But here we are at the end of 2021, and, well….
The dark is all I saw through a winter that lasted for years until I finally left in the spring. And then, there was light.
I am well aware of how horrible diet culture and food restriction is. I also know how it is to feel absolutely out of control when you are steps away from a breakroom table overflowing with holiday treats, which you are trying to avoid because you can’t just eat one, you’ll eat the whole goddamn table.Â
I used to be more authentic with blogging. Back before I knew people didn’t share those things with the general public. But then the judgment came.
What if someone looked at the way I spend my life now, take a real fly-on-the-wall look at how I spend most of my time and energy? What would they say about my passions?Â
My latest book is done. And yet, I’m letting that manuscript collect dust in a corner of my office.
I’m sorry for my absence. I love writing here, but I don’t love rigid blogging schedules. I need to come up with something that falls between writing schedule and easy breezy. In the meantime, I have things to share!
