I am sorry I haven’t shared a blog post for a week now, but there is a reason why.
My dog ate it!
No that’s not the truth. I am not having writer’s block and it’s not that I don’t have more to share either. Here is the deal, I hurt myself writing.
Yep, I am not joking.
When John and I got the news his sentence would be community service, we were overjoyed. Over the coming months, we worked side by side at the Boys & Girls Club repainting interiors, working with the kids and helping out with special money raising events.
I had been a volunteer for the Boys & Girls Club before, and it was a natural fit to pick that charity to help. John was in his element as a natural Mr. Fix-it and was happy to help out an organization in need.
Pick yourself up Loretta, dust yourself off, and start over.
This has been the theme my entire life. And I’m good at it. I’ve had to do it a bunch of times.
Does that make me a bad person?
Should I be judged because I’ve loved and lost too many times?
It doesn’t matter what the answers are to those questions. What matters is, I needed to get back up. After my crying fest, I decided I needed a fresh start. So many things had gone wrong and I needed to clean up my mess.
The day after dropping Judd at the train station, everything started to get better. Continue reading