Not sure when the desire to write was buried, but I am trying to dig it out. This past years has been full of trials and hardships and blessings and wonder. I lost myself, or perhaps found another part of myself and in the process a creative part of me was lost. I am trying to find it again. To unearth my creative spirit that has been squelched.

It is January and I find myself without a job. Not the best time of year to be without a job in this town as it is the slowest time of year in the service industry. I have had the same job since moved to this town and it is because of my own choices that I do not have one now. I have since quit drinking in an effort to quit smoking and it a time of intense reflection. I am doing meditations on self forgiveness and trying to be gentle with myself. I don't know what is next for me and that is liberating and terrifying.

So on this cold January day I put my good intentions out into the universe in hopes that it will guide me towards something positive. In this money driven world what I really need is a paycheck, but deep down I yearn for more than that. Don't we all?

One step at at a time, as the saying goes. So here I go. One. Step. And then another. The path in front of me is one I am creating. We shall see where I take myself.