Not a New Year’s Resoloution Post
This one is a chatty post. My heart and mind intermingling in a effort to express the spaghetti inside me. Although honestly the r est of this blog is not far off from that. Perhaps I’m attempting to prepare the three new people who may read the lines to follow. Consider yourself prepared friends. My first moments of 2018 were spent writing in what has become one of my most prized possessions. In the quiet stillness of my sleeping home, I kissed a page and wrote a love note with ink from the well of my heart. As I re-read the entry now I almost want to call that sweet Bella naive, though I know that is just the statement of the mind to distract from the ache of the heart. Jokes and jabs: signs of deeper pain. In reality I know that childlike, hopeful wonder is what I should draw near to rather than look at life through the foggy glasses of past hurt. To choose “naivety” doesn’t make sense to the logical mind. By the world...
