I spend a lot of time writing about my struggles…

…about the myriad of tough life moments I’ve had over the years…

…about the trials and tribulations that I’ve gone through, both due to my own poor decisions and irresponsibility as well as simply being dealt a few shitty cards…

My Mom has been dead for almost three years.

And if you’ve read any of my personal essay-type pieces, you’re probably sick to death (bad pun?) of hearing about my dead mother.

And how I helped her die.

And how her death has impacted my life.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

How do you know when it’s time to make a change…?

I’m not talking small changes, like hairstyle or eating habits.

I mean BIG changes — like moving, relationships, careers.

I am obviously exploring this for selfish reasons as I am currently trying to decide what my next step in…

Grandfather’s hands gripped the steering wheel on our ancient, rickety pickup truck, guiding it down the backcountry road towards our family farm. I noticed his hands. They were filled with wrinkles and calluses, tanned and weary from years of hard work.

He had dedicated his life to our family’s peach…

I am an idiot.

Last night, I did exactly what I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t do.

Drank too much wine? Nope.

(Welllll…maybe. But what exactly constitutes as too much, anyways? 😂)

Went on a shopping spree? Nope.

(Ha — with what money, by the way? …

When I was 19 years old, I went to a clinic in Tucson to donate plasma — not because I’m such a kind-hearted person who felt a strong desire to give back.

But because I was flat BROKE.

Blogging is hard.

Okay, the literal act of writing on a blog isn’t hard — but if you’re trying to build a successful blog with a wide readership that brings in money — it’s hard ASF.

Which is why I pretty much just up and vanished from my blog awhile…