Where does it come from?

I’ve always been boggled at how deep and how buried sadness can be. How can a person so strong, so independent, so full of life be this…sad. And in reality sad is not a good word to describe the wave of black that washes over me at times. Because, I’m not sad. I don’t cry. I don’t feel sad in the literal sense. I guess it’s truly depression, but I don’t...
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2011 Resolutions

This should probably be a ‘living document’. I’ll add to it as I think stuff up. And laugh at the end of the year how I once again bit off more than I can chew. Yay me. 1. Learn the shotgun and archery. Dedicate a significant amount of my time and money to clinics, lessons, etc. 2. Conquer P90X.
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The Fighter In Me

I knew this day was coming and I’ve been resisting it for as long as I could. I’m not a quitter and I hate giving up on the dreams and hope I’ve started to make for myself. For so many years I’ve worked  to fulfill the needs and wants of others. It’s what women do. It’s really what southern women do. But at some point I got mad and decided to do what was good...
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Love

Sometimes I hurt. And I hate being weak. It’s more fun to be strong and in control. So I breathe in the strength of my ancestors and toss aside the rest. Carpe the damn diem.
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Soooo

The funny thing about social networking is that if you are a frequent poster about your day and it’s happenings people get a good overall sense of your personality and routine and this gives an illusion of knowing the real you. I had a real friend today comment that it never occurred to them to ask me about my day. They’ve read it. But as much as I do post I am a pretty private...
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I’ve Made a Transition

Well, I’m making one. After taking on more work than a body can possibly handle, I’ve moved all the accounting duties to BJ to handle while I pursue Rhinestone Red’s and Real Illusion Corn Kernels and all that those two embody. I am coming into my own, and while I’m still not sure what that means a transition has begun and we both know it. Since turning 16 I’ve...
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