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Last night I began a perusal of my recent (and not so recent) blog postings and Facebook postings.

Wow. What a downer I am. I apologize. If you're reading my postings you may come to think that I've spent the past few months curled into the fetal position and sobbing as I simultaneously drown my sorrows in bags of delicious chocolate. While it's true there have been tears and waaaay too much chocolate----there have also been laughs and giggles and joy. Perhaps that whole, 'you have to know the bitter to recognize the sweet' thing is more true than I had realized.

I apologize for oversharing---or more to the point---making veiled comments and alluding to things that I don't discuss in detail. Is that oversharing? TMI? I'm not sure. Perhaps. Things that I've alluded to are not mine to share--and I wouldn't even if I could.

So, apologies all around. I will do my best to be more upbeat and positive in the future. It's not that I'm dwelling on the challenges life is dealing out---it's simply been our reality and I tend to focus my writing on things that occur.

But I can do better. I can. I will. From now on it's puppies, rainbows and unicorns. Glitter and sunshine and OH! Have you played that new game Drawsome? I LOVE IT. I've had such fun using my finger to draw things on my iPad. I haven't had this much fun drawing and doodling since I was a teenager. You know, when life's possibilities seemed endless and I could be a writer AND an artist. I managed to get the writing part down---for a season---but the artistic aspect never quite jelled. Now I can pretend I'm an artist as I draw with my friends across the country. It's relaxing and .....I need relaxing.

In other news, it's raining here in the Pacific Northwest today. I know, right? We're all surprised. :)


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