In which I begin writing again because I have no other refuge.

WELL. Here we are. How long has it been? Years? Too long, you say.

Anyway, the question I pose is this,

What do you do when your last online haven is your unused WordPress? I have no where else to run to in which I can be my unadulterated self without fear of judgment or of causing undue duress. Normally tumblr is my refuge in this, but I screwed up and now too many people know about my tumblr. So this is the last vestige of space that is wholly mine, in which I know none of you people in real life. (With a few notable exceptions, who love me unconditionally enough that I don’t care if you see this. Love you guys!)

Geez, this is getting negative quickly. I didn’t think I was this rusty. I’m an English major, for Poe’s sake. I should be able to do better than this terrible, whiny garbage. ANYHOW, it’s been a few years. That’s my point. I became a teacher, had several mental/emotional breakdowns, and wound up with no free time because I was too busy trying to get my shit together. Things seem to be stabilizing now, so I think that maybe it’s time to pick up this old blog again. I’m going to write about the human condition, about what I’m seeing everyday, and just observations about my life. That’s the plan, anyway. When I started this blog, I just wanted fame/glory/internet goddess status. Now I just want a place to collect my thoughts. I think that’s a much more realistic goal, and so I find it more likely that I’ll stick around this time.

Unless my life gets turned over on its head again. If that happens, all bets are off.

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2 responses to “In which I begin writing again because I have no other refuge.

  1. I might be a couple months late in saying this, but stay strong, Kat. From one human being to another: how we get through our tough times defines what makes our good times so great. Or so I’d like to believe.

    • Tough times are the foil to bliss. Logically, I realize that one can’t exist without the other. Realistically, I would give my right arm if I could stay in the summers of my life. I do, truly, appreciate the support. I will hang tough. The one thing I have learned about life is that it likes to change. Good times will come around again, and have, since January. As have darker ones. I’m holding on for summer vacation, and freedom! 🙂

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