It's Not Dirty Laundry When it's in Your Book.

So this post had been started months ago and never finished. But today for a bit, I've decided to be a murderer and kill some time. Wrapping up lose ends, cleaning out the closets and purging. And by the way, for those of you that wonder how I can say some of the things I say on this blog, it's called MY BLOG. If you don't like it or approve of it, then don't  read it. Really. There are plenty other blogs to browse. This just happens to be my little corner.

I had been wanting to say that for a few weeks now after I got an email stating that I should watch some of the things that I say on my blog for fear of what others might construe. And to that all I have to say is I am wrapping up details on my book and guess what, when you are an author and what you write is loosely based on your actual life, a blog doesn't mean squat. People will construe and say what they wish and think what they want. It's an opinion. I don't need approval from those folks. Two opinions matter. My own and the one  judging me once I kick the bucket. That's it. Besides that, what I write here is for fun, and another side of my life. The writing I do is for fun on here. It's a place to share thoughts, as so long as they don't jack with professional goings on. I keep a lid on that stuff.

Over the past few months I had several people call/email/text - wanting to know what was going on with me and why I had dropped off from the face of the earth or, their radar at least. Well kiddies, it's called major life changes. We all go through them.

I'll start from the beginning...

I had went through a brief period of heartbreak (note: if he is not totally honest to you once, it will not only be once and it was never once in the first place) and had time to lick my wounds, swear off men and then suddenly find myself being courted by a man with whom I would have never of imagined would even considered me (more on that next post). The ex and I agreed to keep the split on the DL since we both know so many of the same people. Long story short, a good deal of talking and we both realized are good people, and better served remaining amicable friends. And it's weird, but for the first time after several months I can now look at this person in whole new light. Not the one of anger and bitterness while I would fight back the tears, but one of the real genuine want to be friends - as we were before we let love seep in. It's kind of crazy since I have never really remained friends with my exs but that's because most of them were just jackasses anyways.

Soon, I found myself packing up and moving in with a  friend who now is more like a sister to me. Frankly, I am blessed to have such a kind person to call a roomie and a very dear friend. She's stayed up late talking to me when I was hurt, killed time getting pedicures and shopping for the perfect red heels with me and we've shared more laughs than I can remember having in a long while - in all, she is a wonderful human being. The new abode is nice. I thought I would only be there temporarily, but now it seems that I might be staying longer. I can't wait to help her rehab and update her place to make it into the catalog pictures she's only imagined it could be.

As if those two things weren't enough on their own, I started a new gig, to which I can't discuss here, confidentiality matters, so we'll just leave it at that.

I got onto a fitness bend and have been doing good with it so far. A few more lbs to go and I will be back at being a buck twenty but all solid, with muscle. So if I weigh more and look great, that is ok. Hey, I'm only 5'2, mind you. Us short people have to watch it. We aren't going to get taller to outgrow a few extra pounds.

That brings me to today. Here I am. Stronger than ever before and really and truly happy. I have also been cutting drama out of my life, which is great. I highly recommend cutting the ties with people or things that cause you stress. You'll feel all the better for it.

Till next post,

A