I'm so excited to re-blog again, I haven't assigned my mind the task to relax and unclutter. It's cluttered with a years gap of undocumenting. How could I leave so much space between the old me and the new me? You have no idea who I am anymore. Skimming through my emotional timeline, WHO WAS I??? Much has changed, MUCH. Apparently I turned to this blog as an open journal. A needle and thread to sew up each disgusting wound. I'm not sure I can ever be that open again in life. LIFE. Speaking of, .... has grabbed me and handled me in ways, my innocently yet distorted truth would NEVER allow me to know. My eyes have opened and my bubble has popped. Good? I suppose its subjective. There is much to catch up on. New Jobs New Relationship views New personal struggles New hopes New main goals && the list continues. As I unclutter, I have to reintroduce myself. The old me... meet, the new me.