My Dear 29.
April 30 th . Another year has come and gone and I feel like it was just yesterday when I wrote my “yearly birthday blog” or whatever you want to label it as. But, wow, here we are ! I began things at the age of 28 that I simply could not believe I w as having the courage to do. I stood up and defended myself in ways that I have not before, and I can’ t tell you how much freedom and liberation I experienced over those time s. There were days when life was really hard. There were nights, plenty of them when I would cry myself to sleep because I felt alone and scared and unsure. There were days when I was in the mindset of believing that my time in Oklahoma was drawing to a near end, but then , there were better nights and better days. Days of clarity and confirmation . Nights of sweet sleep and rest or even nights of no sleep, full of joy and laughter. Those are the nights and days in which one needs to cling to at all times, to remember when it gets really, really ha