After making a drastic move south I enjoyed the warm kisses from the sun more than most people can imagine. I recall spending our family’s first New Year’s Eve out on the lanai in summer attire playing games. That memory will always win over any cold snowy winters in the northeast. The warmth and humidity were the upside of our move, the downside being that my previous careers in music did not follow me here. We arrived in the middle of Covid and the format of many churches had evolved along with the countless other Covid changes. As I scoured the area for handbell or choral directing positions nothing seemed to be the right fit for me. And let’s face it, I spent what felt like a decade still unpacking while the rest of the family went about their daily lives.
I started getting these jumbled stories in my head. Most of them were fiction romance ideas. Yes, I am that girl who is a sucker for a rom-com movie at any time. That is when I picked up a blank journal to use for writing. This book was not for my journaling but to outline ideas for these stories and contain the words bouncing around in my head. Occasionally I would have the time to sit and start writing these stories. Each time I put pen to paper, or rather fingers to keyboard, I thought about my story. The story that has taken so much of my life and put a grip on me. Sure, I had gone through countless therapy sessions but having the courage to write my story would be different. In my past I kept so many journals but I was afraid to tell my story there, the place I felt I could say anything. Now, with a pang in my gut it was time to write MY story.