Joy Comes in the Morning

Dear Internet,

This blog has become an albatross around my neck.  It weighs me down, is heavy, and awkward.  It's like that pair of jeans you've gotten too fat for but don't want to admit they no longer fit because once upon a time they were the pair that made your ass look hot.  So, you keep putting them on and you keep hating yourself hours later when you peel them off.  You ask yourself why you wore them, they cut into your waist, and gave you a cameltoe, and weren't at all comfortable.  

What I'm saying is-this girl.  The one who writes about all the bad stuff.  Who whines.  And nags.  And uses sarcasm.  And wallows.  Yeah,  I'm not that girl anymore.

I am Joy.  I am in love with life.  I live with my heart open.

And part of me wants to bury this whole blog.  To delete it.  Cover it up.  Because it's just not me anymore.  It doesn't fit.

But that wouldn't be authentic.  Everything that I've written here.  That I've struggled with.  That I've prattled on and on about.  It's all part of my journey.  It's where I'm from and has helped me get where I am now.

I won't delete this blog.  I'll keep it up.  Maybe it will help someone else.  

But I won't be updating here anymore.

I need something new.  And it's in the works...I'll let you know when it goes live.

Until then...

Thanks!  You've all been dolls!

Love you madly,

Sara aka The Paper Doll

Comments

[Kerilyn]

you better let me know where you go....I want to know!