Ok, the title is maybe not honest.
I'm too dang hot to be happy.
I do not like being hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now that that is over...
I feel like I am rediscovering this lost part of myself.
While all this new stuff is being born something old and special is finding its space amongst the crazy.
I really appreciate the timing.
I had written in my last post on my other blog (http://becauseiamredeemed.blogspot.com/) about the poetry I used to write.
It was dark and inttense and fueled by alcohol and anger and hurt.
At that time I was at fashion school creating, maybe not the best stuff, but creating none the less.
When I was lifted out of the very gross pit I'd climbed in I stopped writing.
I stopped creating.
I think being a mom living the un... I don't know, un-something life I live I've needed desperately for it to come back to life.
I remember when I was in Gr6 or 7 how I confidently told my friends that I was going to be a fashion designing missionary.
between the last sentence and here my children had a monumental meltdown, we ran to Spar for a pre-cooked supper, ate supper and I led young adults while my love tried to get the kiddies to bed.
I think i may have lost my train of thought. It is less convenient blogging on your phone and our network provider sucks!!!!! And and and!!!!
I pose to you the same question I posed to the young adults group (and i'd like an answer if I may be so bold)what would be your personal success and your failure.
I must now love ya and leave ya, til we meet again and ya ya