Three Years

Dear Butch,

Three years ago today I sat down and wrote my first blog posting.  Three years seems like a lifetime away.

I have abandoned you all for several months now.  Many have reached out in support, love, and encouragement.  Too all of you, my heart thanks you.  I had to take some time this summer to heal, grieve, and figure out the mess that I was left after my breakup with T-Rex…which I must congratulate him on his recent engagement, if he is in fact still reading this.

My world is slowly piecing back together.  I have traveled, drank, and cried.  I put all of my remnants of T-Rex away in a box and burned sage in my apartment.  I got my first tattoo and officiated a wedding.  I danced with friends four nights in a row over Pride weekend.  I did more yoga then I care to admit.  I ate great meals with friends and family.  I learned that I could breath without my heart hurting.

I don’t have my shit together, but at least it feels less scattered.

I finally feel l like I have something to say that doesn’t involve T-Rex.  I have a whole collection of stories to share, advice to hand out, and a major interview coming up.  I want to rediscover my voice and have it gain epic strengthen.  I just want to move forward.  I need to move forward.

Please, take me back.