A New Year, A New Life
Another year has ended, along with a relationship and a dream. I am here wallowing once again in the ashes of my life. I flop around in the dust lamenting in the
I am alone now in Firestation #33, alone for the first time in my life, and I
Grief has taught me how to stand up and dust off and how to keep going, no matter how much I really just want to curl into a small ball and hide from the world. It takes vast effort, but the choice is mine and I'm choosing to stand up. Again.
I want to pick a fun route, one that would appeal to the child in me, who
- paint
- travel to Bali
- visit friends in New York
- write
- set up a painting studio
- dance and yoga
- drink lots of tea
- laugh
- simplify
OK, universe. The course it set. 3...2...1!