The last… seems like forever has been one of the most stressful periods of my life. It’s made me question who I am, what I’ve done with my life, what I’m doing with my life, and what I’m going to do going forward. My self-confidence has been torn to shreds, cobbled back together, blown back apart, and seems to be rebuilding itself with stronger joints and Gorilla Glue instead of Elmer’s this time. 

Today, my realtor sent me a contract on my house for my full asking price, and I signed it, marking the beginning of the putting to bed of the last piece of a closing chapter. As I sit here tonight listening to the hum and whir of my new 3d printer ginning away beside me, I have a feeling of relief that I’ve been quietly searching for. But with relief comes regrets of things both internal and external as that period whispers to a close.

I can say with sound assurance that I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be, doing what I’m supposed to be doing, though. There are lots of good things happening for me, and I’ll write about those in the coming days and weeks as I make a concerted effort to refocus and spend more time on this blog scratching my creative itch. I think that’s what’s causing the itch anyway. In the meantime, y’all do me a solid and cross your fingers, say your prayers, and/or send up some good vibes that my house sells without a hitch.

Amen and pass the gravy…