my new year

We all wait until a new year arrives to say out with the old an in with the new, January is the start of the calender year but for most of us it is not the start of a new year in our lives. I have just started a new year, my 27th year on this earth and my body knows that something is new, my gut tells me that something has changed. I once had a conversation with a woman who I admired, we spoke of the many women we have been and are yet to become,I don't believe that we evolve through our changes to become better women but I know that each women serves a purpose. The woman I have been has informed the woman I am today.

Its been a while...

It's been a year since my last post. I wondered for a while if I had forgotten how to write, how to put the pieces together, how to express myself. As I sit here trying to say something my writing muscles struggle. I know that if I don’t say something soon they may seize up all together. I don't know exactly what it is that I want to say just yet, maybe it is that I am back, that I am trying and that I didn't disappear. I ............................ This is the issue that I face, I am thinking, I hear the words that I want to type but I have began to self edit to such an extent that there is nothing left to say. I worry that you will read this and see too much of me. I just imagined seeing you at an event and seeing the awkward look in your eyes, because I have been a little too intimate, shared a little too much of myself, allowed myself to be vulnerable and open to you. I have told you now, prepared you for what may come; This Blog may contain fragments of me. Pieces of me. I am a little excited.