My life has been unhinged for just over a year. When my daughters were launched, I found myself unmoored, repeatedly hitting the rocks, unsettled and unsatisfied with my life.
The world I had created was lovely, but it no longer suited my needs. Suburbs, while fantastic for raising kids, were a death sentence for a single adult.
My home, huge by any standards, became a burden of maintenance with little to justify it. I continued to write, but I did not publish.
So this post is to explain some of my next posts. They are “out is sequence” because I wrote them while I wasn’t publishing. This one is current. I plan to put it into the queue and have it go out immediately. But, it will be followed by a smattering of current and older posts.
I have explained in previously I have no control over what I write and I’ve learned to just write it anyway and let it go so that new stuff can be written.
Sorry for any confusion. Just know, you are getting my story a little out of order.