... few weeks with little spare time for a tale from the heart. This was a bit of an emotional day and I want to give it a proper go of telling the story, so I’ll wait until I can carve the time to do so rather than just rushing through it. But as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling...a million issues racing through my head not allowing me a sliver of peace, this moment kept popping up as a bright spot. Reminding me of what it represented...at least to me. A new beginning. This jump stood for a jump on point to take control of the things in my life that have been pushed by the wayside for far too long. it was a breath of fresh air when each gasp was stagnant. I look forward of sharing my story when I can finally sit down and find the right words. Ok...time to try this sleep thing again. Goodnight world.
