I live in a happy place. My husband loves me, my teenage son is not a crazed lunatic, and my cats generally want to spend time with me. There’s always food in my pantry, and my car doesn’t break down at inconvenient times. I’m my own boss, and I get to work with the most amazing people on the planet. I set my own work hours, and my own vacation schedule.
So I’m taking time off with a good friend to gain perspective, develop a new strategy, recharge, and do some writing of my own.I don’t have it all figured out just yet (I hear the collective Damn under your breath). But while I’m journaling, I do want to send a letter to my recent self and tell her some of the secrets I’m learning. I know her street address, but… “what’s the ZIP Code for the state of denial?