It’s finally time to say all the things…

I’ve always been wordy. I was handed a journal when I was 12 years old and told to use it when I needed a place to escape. Write it all away. The pain. The fear. The celebrations. So I learned early on to write to release. Later therapy came along. And I’m wordy there too. Trust me, after 23 years, that woman wishes I was a little LESS wordy I’m sure. 
 That’s a conversation for another time. 
 
 The past year has been tumultuous to say the least. Some days have been scary. Some have been sad. Some have been funny. Some have been so painful I felt like it was tangible on my skin. 
 But what the past year hasn’t been is boring. Or without lessons. Or gratitude. Or STORIES. And when you’ve lived a weird year of twists and turns….and you’re wordy…..your friends encourage you to put that wordiness to good use. 
 So here we are kids. The place I’m going to spill words all over the place for your entertainment and my release. Because what I have found is it is the experiences and words of others who have loved me through this year that have truly mattered most. 
 Trust your journey. Allow yourself to feel. And heal. And hurt. And know that every single second of it is happening exactly as it is supposed to. 
 Even when you’re pretty sure you can’t figure out what you’re supposed to do next.

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