So Hello.

   I've decided to start writing this blog again. I've been off, you might say, looking for other distractions from myself, but really it's time to sink back into a healthy daily habit of writing. A casual friend wrote a blog post here on the perils of adult friendship (or the lack thereof) and it somehow led me here. 

   In a roundabout, I realized that what I have to say can no longer fit squarely into a neat little package, that the reason my big mouth has been getting me in trouble in the last few years is that I am expecting a contraction of who I am, a yoga pretzel instead of standing up tall. I have pussyfooted with writing honest letters with my oldest friend, who is also a thwarted writer and has moved far out of my reach. She has never actually been given the chance to open an envelope. I occasionally mark up a page or two, or get amped about a something I want to write, or I could write, or I have things to say about, then I let it float away. I talk with other writers about writing again. And how I should. I don't make it important. I negate it.

   Working erratically from home, with mostly my kids for company, several of my closest friends having moved away in the last year to the other side of the country, and one friendship (surprisingly) having crashed and burned in the last year,  I am feeling the lack of close friendships. So maybe it's time to befriend myself again. Writing is my narcissistic way of saying hello again to myself, reminding myself I'm worth it. I'm worthy. 

   So hello.

   One thing to think about, if you somehow found yourself here, reading this. If you are here because you know me outside of Duchenne, you will hear a lot of death you might not be comfortable with. If I tell the whole truth. And that's okay. And if you're here because of Duchenne, you are more than likely to hear something about living you aren't comfortable with. If I tell the whole truth. And that, too, is okay.