I am a storyteller.
Many years ago when I asked myself “Who am I?” I didn’t know the answer. I raced back and forth, searching frantically for myself when I should have stood still. Hindsight is 20/20 but at least I began my exploration of Self. This is my story.
As I have said multiple times during my writing lives, this journey is for me. You are invited to come along, but don’t for a second think you control the narrative. If you’ve come for the salacious tidbits, there are plenty. Whether you find out about any of them is – again – up to me. My life. My blog. My rules.
I write. I read. I ponder. I rant. I try. I cry. I fail. I fall. I sit back, trying to catch my breath and center myself. I day dream because the nightmares are too real, but they blur. Now I wonder not just who I am, but where I am.
Like a cat I have insatiable curiosity which I have honed to an art form and dared to look at the Queen. My eyes reopened to life as it was meant to be lived; I just took longer to find its meaning.
It’s a good thing I have nine lives. Welcome to my day dreams, nightmares and everything else in between.
Welcome to my story.
(H)eden has split in two.
June 23, 2020