Junk in my Trunk

OMG! This is hilarious!    Back in my first post, I talked about how it took me 45 minutes to figure out how to load the background pic (which, I suspect I’ve stolen illegally and genuinely would give the credit if I even could figure out how.)   Anyway, this whole blog has been a journey for me.   It’s like every post I discover something new.   And it’s not like blogger comes with an instruction manual – in fact, it’s interesting that you sign up, and then have this toolbar over on the left, and are basically expected to figure it out?   Although realistically there’s probably an online manual somewhere, but to tell you the truth, being 43, I still prefer having an actual instruction booklet in front of me to read.   Somewhere along the line, I guess I mentally decided to just figure it out as I go along. Today I discovered that people can follow you!   Which duh, obviously makes sense, cause there are loads of blogs out there with zill...

Do you ever think back on moments of your life and just cringe? Like, occasionally, I’ll be lying in bed, and my mind will wander, and I’ll start remembering.   Gah! Sometimes the remembering is the worst – it’s like my mind won’t let me forget the stupid decision, dumb choice, terrible words – and when it pops into my head I immediately try and exorcise it out – I don’t want to think about the dumb stuff I did, the people I hurt, the shame I felt.   Memory is a catch 22 because all the memories help remind us about who we are or who we chose to be (or who we’re choosing to be?). But it also reminds us of the things we would rather forget – things that we don’t want to believe we are capable of but were.   In my twenties, I got involved with a guy who was engaged to be married – he left his fiancée for me and I literally ghosted.   In my thirties, I got involved with a guy who was married – he left his wife for me – I did not ghost. But I did spend 7 year...