I've been debating writing for a while, thought about it a lot today. It's been several months since I've written. It seems like there is a lead block between my brain and my hands. So many things I want to say, but I just don't know how to say it. Does that make sense?
Today marks 1 year since he and I have gotten remarried. Life is back to normal and usual. I no longer have the Maxima I desperately had to have. In place I finally got my horses. They are old souls. Still trying to connect with them. They love the girls, me not so much. They only love me when I'm feeding them.
#1 and #2 are barrel racing and playing fast pitch softball. They don't know that they will start gymnastics in January.
That's all the info you get on that....
Stay tuned.... hopefully I will be back online soon and tell you more. Maybe I can get the lead off me and tell my stories again. It's been hard, real hard. When you don't feel like you can ever do your best it makes your entire world eventually shut down. I don't talk to anymore anymore really and I'm okay with that. Less drama. I'm addicted to pinterest. Still trying to find a game to play on the computer. No luck. So far the only thing I've found that helps me feel better is painting. It's very therapeutic. I just don't feel like anything I paint is ever finished.
Nothing is ever complete....