an experiment in freedom

For years I have written in the privacy of my journal. I longed to share something, to write something helpful. In most areas of my life, I have little concern for the judgments of others, but the closer the subject the more the concern. What I long to share is not a formula for the good life or 3 steps to a new anything, but my mistakes, my errors in judgement, what I’ve learned. I was challenged to do that. To allow this to be conduit to let others know they are not alone.

I remember when we moved to Louisiana for my husband’s job. Everything familiar left behind and a wonderful but foreign new town. I found myself dressing for the day then making a judgment as I looked in the mirror. I created a rule for myself- whatever I put on for the day, I would wear. I was surprised to find this concern rear its head. When everything familiar was stripped away, I began again. And it was disconcerting.

Now, ten years after being diagnosed with lymphoma, I have re-experienced a restart. It has blown me out of the water, but I am here. I know little about the digital world. Evolution of this site will be real time. Appearance, content. I don’t know often I will post. Today, I hope you know you are not alone.

stay tuned.