The Earth has a face - and I fell off of it I suppose.
Actually I hit a wall. The blog wall. I didn't even know there was a wall in Blogland until I smacked into it - forehead first. But there it was. The divider between what's really happening in my life and what I think (thought?) was allowable to blog about. I run into a similar wall all the freakin' time in real life. I come up against the divider between who I really am, what I really think and feel and what is considered 'acceptable' and 'polite' in my rinky dink, red town in a red state. It's one of the reasons I left the shop to my mother. I'm not made for the fakey nice, nice that retail is. Not that I want to be in everyone's face with my private life.
I don't want to be obnoxious. I do want to be clear and honest.
I haven't figured out how to walk that line just yet.
I'm working on it. In real life and in Blogland.
I'm back. And dealing with horrid things (like rancid Tapioca) and wonderful things (like a love life that is out of this world fantastic and a new piercing and a new tatoo and kids that make life worth living.) I've got medium level things perking along too (like figuring out how to make myself go to the VA's Sexual Assault Victim's counseling program right after getting a letter from the VA that my private information (along with 12 million other veterans') has been compromised.) I don't have any quilting to show for this year which surprises and somewhat saddens me. But I have purged and purged (and will purge some more) in the house and that gave me the clearance to begin a cobblestone/river rock mosaic in my courtyard. Mosaic being my other artistic passion and outlet. Oh - and my lovely internets - I've lost 12 pounds since last we spoke!
Shift and flux. Highlights and soft focus. Maybe tomorrow we'll zoom back in for the upclose and highly analytical. Until then...