Transform and Roll Out!

The last three weeks have been insane.

Back in mid-May, I got slammed with food poisoning. I was so ill that I had to call into work and spent a day in bed, wishing that my stomach would stop doing backflips. Eventually it did, but if you have food poisoning, your body will find a way of ridding itself of the toxin(s). Mine did. It was less than pleasant. In fact, it was painful as slag.

A couple of days after that, we lost the Wi-Fi. So I haven't been doing my rescues. ...

Maybe I'm wrong to feel the way I do, but I can't help but be angry with my mother. No, it's not about the decision she made; it's about how she handled it.

I've been lied to for most of my life. That makes me extremely angry.

Now, I can't do anything about what happened: This took place long before I was born. But I would have liked to have been told the actual truth. That no, I wasn't really my mother's only child and I had an older sibling out there.

...

I've been quiet for a while, I know. The last few weeks have not been great. Let me explain.

A few weeks ago, I called my parents to wish my dad a happy birthday. Started talking to Mom and something... came out.

I'm not an only child. I have an older brother. He was given up for adoption three years before I was born.

For the last thirty-plus years of my life, I've been told that I was the only child of the family. I'm not anymore. I'm someone's younger ...

I haven't been on a lot lately, for a variety of reasons.

• We lost our phone and internet for a few days during the January thaw.
• My job has been screwing with my hours.
• I don't have two set days off anymore.
• I have been completely exhausted because of my stupid job.

And most importantly

• I've been working on a manuscript.

It's only at 20,000 words. But it's coming along. And I'm enjoying working on it more than working at my job. I'm hoping that it can be my ...

I found one of my old journals a few weeks ago. I had quit writing in it back in November of 1999 and there are still plenty of blank pages in it, so now I've taken up the pen again.

I have no idea why I felt the need to do it. I guess it's becuase I never finished this journal and I feel the need to bring it to a close.

It's rather bittersweet, to be honest. There are some good memories of my old friends in there, but there are also so many sad ones as well. So many ...