Hello blogging world. Is it narcissistic to think that our thoughts, stories and opinions are so important that we have to share them with everyone? I think not. Maybe for some it is, but for most we just have so many things to say and so many ideas that we have to put it out there in the world or else we will explode! This is me. I can’t contain myself any longer. I’m tired of being afraid to say what’s on my mind or to talk about things that I feel passionately about just because someone else may not like it or may judge me for it. I don’t give a fuck anymore! I just turned 50 this year. I am a single parent of three very strong-willed daughters ages 17 and up. Strong-willed is not always good or positive. They get tired of hearing me talk or rant or giving my detailed explanation for some injustice or medical condition and it’s root cause. I’ve been thru a lot in the last 5 years alone and I’m still here and I’m going to talk about it whether you like it or not. My beliefs, my experiences, my opinions. I’ve had an awakening to my daughters’, and probably my family’s, dismay. I’m a light-worker, a crystal child I believe or maybe an indigo, still trying to figure that out. I live in a small town, so small it’s considered a village, west of Joliet IL. It’s not a very exciting place to live and I settled for safety and convenience when I moved here. I don’t feel like I belong here. Then again, I don’t feel like I belong anywhere. I think that’s the wanderer in me, or it was instilled in me at a young age moving around from one place to another, more often than not. I have been here the longest but the urge for something more is undeniable. Something more important. Welcome to my blog.