my “about me” became more of a blog post. what? am i new? bah.
don’t you think it true, that the author can only write about herself?
i am me. i used to think i didn’t change. i thought i was consistent. in only the worst ways am i truly consistent.
i am her and she and mother and wife and girl and woman and drama and heart and song and dance.
i am currently, physically, a photo negative of myself.
the high tide of the crazy season is leveling out. early. finally. it could have been worse. it may not be done. if no one hates me in the end, it is never a win but less lost is always best.
please no casualties this time. especially not my girl.