After experiencing several therapy sessions and past life regressions over a six month period, I thought I knew where I was going until I ended up where I began. All I can do is smile at the irony of it all.
February 2013, I packed up all my belongings and with my small tax return I set out on a new adventure. Don't get me wrong, at first it was amazing, I had time for myself, I was meditating, doing yoga, journaling, all the things I had wanted to do for so long with little interruption. Only 2 months into my adventure, my eldest son moved close by followed not far behind by my eldest daughter.
I had originally moved to help my sister with her business and a fresh start for me. Not long into my adventure, chaos intruded. We were forced to leave my sisters large 4 bedroom apartment and move into a small 2 bedroom mobile home. I don't know if forced is the right word, but I just played along.
February 2013, I packed up all my belongings and with my small tax return I set out on a new adventure. Don't get me wrong, at first it was amazing, I had time for myself, I was meditating, doing yoga, journaling, all the things I had wanted to do for so long with little interruption. Only 2 months into my adventure, my eldest son moved close by followed not far behind by my eldest daughter.
I had originally moved to help my sister with her business and a fresh start for me. Not long into my adventure, chaos intruded. We were forced to leave my sisters large 4 bedroom apartment and move into a small 2 bedroom mobile home. I don't know if forced is the right word, but I just played along.
