Just when the world was about to end, it didn’t. While thinking it was getting better, it did. But parts got worse. And that leaves me where I am today. I am not at my story’s end.
But it did leave me with stories. Stories I want to share. I haven’t been ready to do so…until now. Stories to come: the roommate, the (ex) boyfriend, the kitten.
It’s one hectic world out there. And I haven’t disappeared yet.
This is not my story’s end. This is only the beginning.