I change my theme yesterday.  I looked at all the themes in the showcase and wanted something versatile.  Simple yet can be used to inspire.  It had it all and my social links were intact (I checked today and gave a sigh of relief).

Although My Journey Through Life was my origins blog.  This one is my present and future.  It became my primary.  I felt guilty leaving mahaleta, but I knew she would always be a part of me.

Yes I work hard to keep up with technology.  I can’t use living off the grid as my excuse for not writing.  The WP app would look at me from my laptop asking for another chance.  When it logged in quicker than before both Ivy the iPhone and I were excited.  I saw it as a sign to not let my hopes get pushed into the pit.

I want to thank you all for the comments and feedback.  I hope to be just warming up my creative juices.

Princess 😊



One step at a time.

I did my first walk in a while.  I took it slow and was determined not to slip or trip over myself.  I felt the cement call me to return to the familiar route.

Stretching isn’t enough it is the movement and fresh air surrounding me.  Take it slow and steady this is not a race.  So with my earbuds on my phone I had a Genius song list ready.  I felt my legs rejoice with every step.

Day 3 of NaBloPoMo

Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning (Photo credit: Sabina Panayotova)

After a good night sleep I am making a freshly written entry.  I have my iTunes on so I can have some music to inspire and motivate me this morning.  I woke up feeling refreshed and looking forward to the day.  I also was excited that I get to see my son via video chat.  I realized today how much I am so thankful for him.  When I was in my 20s I was diagnosed with Anorexia.  It wasn’t the regular kind… See when I get stressed out or too busy I tend to not eat.  Yep I plain forgot to eat because my mind was so preoccupied with my daily life.  I was weighing 99 lbs at that time.  It was also before I met my son’s father.


I had a fun time seeing my son today.  He looked so grown up for a 3-year-old.  He showed me his light saber, airplane, a book, and boat.  He was rushing back and forth trying to show me his different toys.  I could tell from his outfit that he had been to Sunday service.  I am just so proud of him.  He started daycare this past week.  I am just glad he is doing well.  No matter how much I miss him…I just want what is best for him.  Even if it means being away from “Molly”.  That is what he calls me.

Have a wonderful week Readers!