As this space constantly evolves into a place that is a collection of my thoughts and deeds, and likes and rants and raves I often can never get close to a computer when I have those moments when I find myself deep in the abyss that is my feels. Then by the time I get there the passion behind the lesson is gone and I’m left only to post a DIY or recipe.
There are the emails about how amazing it must be to get out and do and be free with a supportive husband….and it is. I apologize in some sort of fashion if this space sends the message that my life is always on point and void of the true reality that at times nothing else will suffice in describing those hard moments other than dropping the F bomb with an -ed followed by up.
