It's been a while, old friend. I should apologize for neglecting you so, but I won't. You're here for me, my words and not the reverse. I come back to this place over and over, like a comfy old shoe and for the life of me someday's I cannot figure out why. Do I really want to vent my deepest and darkest secrets in this space? Perhaps I do. Do I really want everyone to know my vague insecurities, my worries, fears, pain and joys? Guess not, or I'd splash my name and face all over it, wouldn't I?
So nearly midnight on a random Monday when I've had barely 4 hours sleep and one of the biggest meetings of my life is in 9 hours, why I am here? It's all very simple. There's a game a foot, one that threatens the safety and sanctity of everything I hold near and dear to my heart. And I have 9 hours to get my head into it. One doesn't usually think of women as warriors, but when the parting shot after loosing badly in court is that you won't stop until you've got your child back and watched mine taken from me... it's the proverbial shot over the bow. One that I will step up to, acknowledge and fire back at until I've no more fight left in me or I've won the war.
Man, I'm good at being vague aren't I?
I will say the one thing I have going for me is that I've chosen to live my life with a sense of purpose, a moral compass, with integrity and passion. I've lived a life that those who know me, know where I stand and who I am. And in the end, Karma's a huge bitch I have nothing to worry about.
