So here goes. I’m getting more versed in just spewing my diatribe out to the public and seeing if something comes of it.

I’m at a poiniant juncture in my life where I have nothing but options. My life has been this way in varying degrees as long as I can remember. But right now it really jumps out at me because not long ago I had a really full existence. Too full in some senses. My current stuff is frantic, nothing new there. But not long ago I had meaning. I had someone who was incredibly important to me. Now she’s gone. Absent. Having your heart broke is like a death in the family. Suddenly the void. If you learn one thing about me its that I’m melodramatic.

J was the most serious, passionate relationship I ever had. It was only 6 months.