I'm Back. Insert TI.

I don't even know how to start this post.  Hello?  Is anyone out there?  Is this thing on?!  I've wanted to come back this blog for so so long.  But, if you can remember (here) I couldn't seem to find that connection to the writing, to me, to this.  Four years into Nashville and I'm ready to start my journey, journal, and this again. 

It's been a unique and amazing year already.  I'm the big, scary three-oh now and I have to say, this has been one hell of a ride.  I think the last 6 months have been more exciting than the last six years.  Everyone says your thirties as a woman are liberating.  I believe that.  I've been more confident than I ever have been.  I've stood for the things I believe in.  I've found and cherished "my people" here in this new city. I've met amazing people.  Ones that challenge me and make me better.  I feel so fortunate lately.  I also have a partner in crime now.   No, not a boyfriend.  Sadly, I just ended a relationship a few weeks ago.  I have a puppy.  His name is Rupp and he is the best thing that has happened to me in quite some time.  Not my apartment, but me yes.  Ask me about the blue ink incident in a few weeks, I'm not quite ready to talk about that yet. 

I have a new job. And its been so rewarding, exciting, challenging, and scary all at the same time.  I am approaching my one year anniversary there and I couldn't be more thankful. This opportunity has taught me so much and it was the exact change and direction in my career that I so desperately needed. I finally have my own apartment {still saving $$ to buy}.   A total of 600 square feet of heaven and its all mine.  I'm proud of this little place I've made my own.  I also love living alone.  Whenever I am in close quarters with others or need to share space I always cannot wait to get home and constantly think of Kevin McCallister "When I grow up, I'm living alone, I'm living alone."  K. McCall knew what was up.  This whole living alone thing is not bad.

That's it for now a little update.  I have some posts planned for the next week or two.  




It has been a while.  I have to be honest.  I have not checked this blogged often enough or even thought about it as I should.  I've lost touch with writing that is really meaningful.  And I've missed that.

I'm going through a break-up right now.  Well, is that what you call it?  It is over.  Over, over.  The kind of over that ended friendly.  The kind of break up I've been through time and again.  The kind where I've learned that continuing to communicate only prolong the inevitable.    That one of you moves on first.  I miss him and the relationship, but I don't miss him the way you should.  And I know that too, means I should move on. 

It feels as though breaking up just gets harder the older we get.  When I don't see something going somewhere I end it early.  No need to waste feelings or time.  So when a relationship ends, it usually because I saw the potential it could be.  Being thirty now, it is harder.  I won't delve into the details or difficulties, but I hope that this means I am one step closer to my person.