I started a new blog – not sure really where it’s going to go, as most of us can attest to when we started our own little corners of the universe. I was going to wait a bit and then start branching out and sharing later, but I figured, what’s the point in hiding. Ugh. Move past fears of being judged, etc. Gotta let go sometimes and fail. Or succeed. Or a bit of both.
It’s a bit different than what goes on here. Very little recovery talk over at the new joint. More stories, reflections, some music, maybe a tap dance recital or two. Might blend performance art with military drills. Perhaps share a recipe for dog biscuits and Pineapple Diet Shasta. Book reviews for the illiterate. Belgian women shouting out their bra sizes in Mandarin. Whacky. Or maybe not. I don’t do whacky well. It just is what it is.
Check it out, if you have a second. No obligation to do anything else than that.