The Journey Begins

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde

And so it begins….

I was feeling down today. Actually, it’s been more than a day, but who is counting. ANYway…. I had this need to write. I decided to look up my old “secret” blog that I’ve been keeping on the side. Thing is, it’s so secret…. I can’t find my damn log in stuff. I can read it, but log in?? Hahaha… ummm, no.

My previous blog, sandysweb.com, is just screwed up…. And depressing. So here I am, creating a NEW blog. I was going to do sculpting tonight, but no… I’m going to do this instead.

DAMN! Life. You know?!? Sometimes…. It’s just hard. Adulting is hard.

So I’m going to kick off this blog with a “funny” (but at the time, not really so funny) story of how I kicked off this week….

Once upon a time, there was a 40-something year old woman who was starting a new chapter of her life. Actually, it was more like starting a new book. A sequel!! And man, did it have a great start. She managed to find a FOUR bedroom apartment that was rent controlled-ish.  Awesomeness! The view from the balcony is one that make her heart flutter with love palpitations. Financially, she was squeezing by…yet enjoying life non-the-less, with the two littles that lived at home with her. THEN, one day she arrives home from work (this week) to find out that her electricity was off. WHAT THE FROCK?!?!

So here’s the thing. I seriously thought that the electricity was included in my rent. My rent bill comes in the mail by a company called “Energy Management” and it has “Utilities” listed as part of the charges. When I signed my lease they said they’d turn in my paperwork. I’d never received a bill…. So, see how I was confused?

Yeah, ignorance isn’t bliss! I quickly found out that I was past due and actually owe a few months worth of electricity charges…. Well, awesomeness. AND,  I got to experience no electricity for 24 hours while the weather was great outside! Let’s just say adulting is hard and a lesson was learned. 

Gun shy… I decide I need to read things better. I pull out a recently received letter that I perused, sans glasses, to find out that my rent is going up $185. Previously, while not using my glasses (which causes a soft lens view of the world) I thought my rent was going up $100. When you’re on a budget, every dollar counts. So now, this week…. I find out that my bills, on my already tight budget, is going up around $250. Frick.

I’ll figure it out. I know I will. I might have to move… but, I will figure it out.

ANYway…. I’ve decided to write again. My gawd, my life has taken an interesting turn. The stuff I could fill this blog with…being an advanced maternal aged mom, discovering the medicinal uses of psychedelics in my 40’s, being a recovering Jehovah’s Witness, having a partner ask me for an open relationship (when I thought he was actually going to ask me to be his wife), having two bi-polar parents, being human…. Gah…. the stuff, the stuff, the stuff I could fill this blog up with.

I hope I do. I mean, I paid for two years worth of blogging when I signed up. I hope this doesn’t turn out to be like my Anytime Fitness membership…

I’m rusty at the keyboard. Very rusty. And I don’t want to have to deal with backstory.  I don’t want to sensor myself. I don’t want to think, I just want to write. I just want to jump in, like I’ve never been gone. Can we do this? Ok… one, two, three… jump! 

(Side note… I’ve sorta embraced the word fuck and drop it like a squat in a workout routine. You’ve been warned….)