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Crossroads

For some time now I have been thinking and rethinking the direction of this blog (and my life's direction). I have vacillated back and forth between concentrating on one thing or keeping it as it is. The fact is, I am many things. Many, many things.

Like the song, Nothing in Between, by Meredith Brooks: I'm a little bit of everything, all rolled into one, I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed, I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between.

So, that's the consensus, this blog will stay the same. I knit, crochet, sew, read, make my own products, and ramble on. But, in my rambles, there is also some insight. It might take me some time to see any insight. But, that's how I roll. Like it or not. I do not conform for anyone. Not even for the chance of money or popularity. I am my own person. The direction of my life will go the way I want it to. All my bad posts will stay on here because that is who I am.

I have been on a quest for years to acquire inner peace and calmness. I have changed in many ways. I have learned to slow down and enjoy life. People are the most important aspect. Not things or money or the way my house is.

Last night, I have finally had some revelations about my life and what I do for a living. I have to be true to myself. Going on the way I am is sucking the soul from me. I can't live that way. I do not go with the flow and conform to Nazi regimes. I do not like rules and regulations. I will not sit back and give in and be a doormat or a puppet. Change is coming. It has been in the works for a year now. Change is slow. But, it will come. I will survive and be happy. My way.

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