Thanks for the memories
Long, long story but on my 35th birthday, I got the worst present EVER.
My boss had read my blog. While I fully stand behind every word I’ve ever written as the God’s honest truth as I felt it at that moment– the thought of continuing to pay my mortgage is really the priority here.
I cannot filter myself, and NOT filtering myself could hurt someone I care about.
So thanks, but I’m moving to a traditional paper and pen journal for now, and licking my wounds and trying to figure out which end is up. I’ll continue to read, so keep posting!!
Thanks for your help all these years…it really meant a lot.