I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
July 27th marked the 5th year of my beloved father's passing. It was a somber day, something that left me speechless for the most part. I took some time to talk to my dad, visit his gravesite and then allowed myself the opportunity to shoot a few photos of myself lying next to his engraved stone along with the beautiful sky above.
I'll be honest, earlier this year I lost 30 pounds. I was up to 195 and I said enough is enough. Despite the fact I'm 6'1" and I most likely appeared more curvy, I knew I had to do something. My happy weigh is around 170, give or take 10 pounds. At one point, I was able to get down to 165, yet I almost killed myself to achieve that goal.
Prior to last Friday, I was 43 years old. I used to claim dyslexia and change it to the 34 year range instead. Now that I'm 44, there's absolutely nothing I can fall back on, so I've accepted my continual aging.
I recently made a rare public appearance. I'm not much of a drinker, at all, but on occasion, I will meet a friend or group of friends at a local establishment to see live music. The atmosphere was laid back, for which I was grateful, and I ended up making a few new friends. Needless to say, one thing caught my eye and I learned something very valuable.