Hope is the thing with feathers…


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I was thinking the other day that it’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything.  Writing used to be such a saving grace for me, even when things were dark and seemed hopeless.  I’m not sure when that changed.

Like most, 2020 was a dumpster fire in my universe.  I am still coming to terms with the way a “friend” of 15 years treated me and then gave no thought or care to my pain.  I didn’t think friends did that to each other, but I’ve learned a lot in the last 12 months about friendship.

Finally completely cut ties with perhaps the worst decision of my life.  Though maybe that was in 2019?  I wrote an email and deleted the account I sent it from so he can’t reach out to me, so it’s hard to say.  I sincerely hope he’s miserable.

New job.  Have a Great Dane, Tilly.  Just celebrated my 5-year house-iversary.    Photography business is going well.

Not sure what possessed me to write here tonight.  Not sure when or if I’ll post again.  *shrug*

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