From the last week of July.

Note: I was so close to trashing this post. I even had a difficult time titling it. Than my inner self said it’s okay to share this. People might actually get it. So here it is. Sara

Both my blogs might get more shorter portions. Personally, I felt awful when I couldn’t do huge detail like I wished. So, I decided short is better than none at all.
Then I realized when I changed my other blog to an even more simpler theme I got excited. It was a beauty and I was proud. To be honest I needed a break from Starting Over and decided to give My Journey Through Life a facelift with a grand opening. Ok that is my city girl side talking. 

Another thing I actually was very close to walking out on my Twitter account. Yes, I am so proud of networking than I realized people I thought were following me actually blocked me. Talk about a shove in the ego. Thankfully I talked myself out of it. I will just let people do the clicking and keep going.

For the folks who think I can puts stuff out when I can…. Guess what it doesn’t work that way. I have been trying to explain it without complaining. Consider me an artist with my words painting a bigger picture. I actually got a comment that described that. It made me feel pretty good.

On both blogs, I have expressed that I have been tense lately. I think that plus the cold weather caused my body to go on strike. It’s been pretty rough. I am just getting over a bug so I might seem extra spicy with my words or attitude. It was suggested that I write in the second person point of view. I felt kind of sad because a lot of the time I am putting myself in another person’s shoes and seeing the world from their point of view.

On my LinkedIn profile, I describe myself as a caregiver. It is true because my mom has Post-Polio Syndrome which has her slowing down a bit. Trust me the word disabled was not in our vocabulary except when parking the car, “Ooh there is a handicap spot!”

Being her helper is teaching me that sometimes you are judged by your appearance. Like for example in the West there are so many assistance for a person with a disability lifts for example to get them in and out of cars, buses, and other uses of transportation. Here in my native land we are lucky if there is a ramp that gets my mom’s wheelchair around without getting stuck. People literally stare at my mom whenever we go places possibly thinking “what are you doing here?” Is it really that unbelievable that a person in a wheelchair can go into a cafe? 

There are times I share things on Facebook because several people know I came on this trip to help my mom. I also use my blogs as a way to explain how I live from experience and action. I myself deal with my own situations differently from others my age. I was dealt this life that many others would run from.  

So, with that you can see how I want to give hope to others and inspire them to not give up. Trust me I know.

Until next time be a light in the darkness and help others in need.

My Journey Through Life can be a stepping stone to your Starting Over at whatever stage you are.


March 6th🎆

I can go days without updating my Path status. Than I will post some picture or spontaneous thought that comes to mind. I was told that Fb was working. So I tried via my browser. That familiar message that the server would not connect would show. At least I had LinkedIn and my blog pages.

I changed the skin cover for my phone thinking it might make me feel different. The menu improved and I felt better.

I decided that the Flapper 20s was quite an exciting era thanks to the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald.  He had such a way of describing things.  

Facebook friends/followers:

Hi everybody!

Yes I am still here.  I haven’t dropped out of sight yet.  I tried to message people through WhatsApp but I could be doing it wrong.  I am improving my craft and healing.

I have tried getting online, but get that it’s taking too long to connect. So when the time comes I expect lots of notifications.

For those sending friend requests please understand I am not ignoring it.  For my relatives we are hanging tough and growing strong.  For my support group I am smiling and drinking tea and water.  For my former coworkers I am impressing people with my high-fi training.

All in all I am riding life’s roller coaster with the belt on tight.  I am not taking on too much that I can’t handle.  My feet are standing with just a few wobbles.

I would rather be a blessing than anything else.

I just want to let everyone know I am here.  Waving hello to each day. Hope to keep in touch one way or another.



Band-Aid Braille
Band-Aid Braille (Photo credit: BWJones)


Sorry to my readers.  I am going through a transition that takes a lot of my energy.  This healing process is much harder than I thought.  The good news is that I will be writing more.  If there are days between when you don’t see an entry ontime…those are my low days.  I might post them late at night once I get myself back up again.  Thank you all for your patience and understanding.  Feel free to use any of my ideas.  If you would put a trackback I would appreciate it.  Glad to know that I am helping people out there internet world.







This is how you start over.  You let the ghosts from the past float over you so they aren’t part of your present.  I wanted to write this on my Facebook page as a note, but something told me that it would come out as a woman ranting on her past.  Nobody would understand why I did what I did.  So I thought and thought…. while I was thinking it brought so many things to my mind.  Like such as why aren’t people accepting my friend requests.  Do they understand that it is really me.  Than it hit me.  They think I am a ghost or some different profile other than myself.  Okay maybe that thought came from Instagram.  Yeah I had someone actually ask me if I was a ghost and to be more active.  That day I did something that I rarely do… I decided to a) take a break from Instagram, b) Block that person (because I had a right to and didn’t need anyone to tell me what I could and couldn’t do), c) Really look at who was or wasn’t following me.

From that day until today I realized I am not a ghost.  How could I be?  Now I am going to break my rule of identifying myself.  My real name is Molly… actually it is Mahlet, but people call me Molly for short.  When I left my husband I literally left everything behind.  I packed a weeks worth of clothes for my son and I and as much baby supplies that I could imagine.  My son was about to celebrate his 2nd birthday.  I left the house my ex-husband and I were living in and basically fled.  I ran for my life.  From this moment on I am going to continue going by Sara, the writer, and Molly the woman.  When you read the entries from my other blog you will see me use my real name.  I find that in order to move forward I can’t keep looking at the past.  So I am turning the page from being Mahlet A. to becoming Mahlet S. the writer who goes by Sara.  Like I said I am not a ghost….I am just a woman trying to start over….

Thank you readers for accepting me the person.  Please feel free to comment.  I could really use the feedback!  Also I decided today to be part of NaBloPoMo.  To me it is a challenge to use my writing to inspire others who may have been in the shadows.  My mom always has said that I could make a difference with my writing…. so that is exactly what I am going to do.  So join me as I let go of the ghosts of my past and move on to my future.

Ghost (Photo credit: lore)


Molly S.