It's been more than a year since I have blogged here. I have succeeded in my quest for independence in the last 14 months. Losing my job did not drown me, like I thought it would. I feared the drama of the struggle and the potential of being homeless again. I lived in my car when I was in my twenties but now as an adult with a child, that is not an option. I found my center and gravitated toward the top. My business is full time now and here it is a year and 2 months after being laid off and my finances are almost better than when I was employed. This year will be record breaking for me. I have been working so hard, wearing myself out. Life is moving again and my head is up.
I'm talking to my dad again. He was hospitalized last September and was recently discharged. Though I initially resisted visiting him, I realized... this could be the end. We resolved it all. I have been helping as much as I can.
I still don't talk to my brother. He breaks my heart with his swill. His corrupt priorities and relentless and irrational anger have forced my hand. It is what it is.
No longer am I high in the archive, but now I am moving freely in the direction I have dreamt about since I was a wee 17 year old, so many years ago.
