Well! Here I go again!

There have been SO many changes in my life these past two years. My friends and family know most of them, but there's so much more left unsaid.

Some of those changes have involved cutting people out of my life who could no longer be bothered to give me the time of day. We've gone different paths, as people tend to do when life gets in the way.
But because of who I am, and because of my many anxieties, I tend to overthink the WHY of these people no longer making time for me. And truth be told, I'm exhausted. And I'm easily overwhelmed. I'm working on bettering myself every. damn. day. But if I can take little steps to ensure my peace of mind, I will take them.
Those friends were deleted from FB account. Without warning, I must admit, but I'm fine with that. If they truly wanted news, they would've chatted me up before or after; I can't keep worrying about what other people think.

But others also followed my (old) blog and I found myself censoring my thoughts, my words, and my gods, I can't keep doing that. I can't keep worrying what my words will spark, can't wonder whether they're judging every move I make or don't make, when they're no longer part of my life.

And so I've changed blog name, changed space, and will work on revamping it to my style, my liking in the next few weeks.

Glad you find you all back here in my own intimate space,

Happy readings,
Tanya

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