Everything is going to be ok...

Deep breaths and lots of tapping. ;-)

I'll try to write more tonight...

But for now, I'm working on change, change, change...

I did a full mental makeover of myself over 15 years ago and I'm starting it again.  This time I'm trying to take other people with me in this transformation.  If it works great, if it doesn't at least I know I can change myself.

BTW, thanks to all my readers for reading and caring and just basically putting up with my whining as I tried to find my way through this.

Sometimes the only way out is through, ya know?

So I leave you with some Maya Angelou, who I love to pieces and has been helping me make it through...

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps 

on the back of the win 

and floats downstream 

till the current ends 

and dips his wings 

in the orange sun rays 

and dares to claim the sky. 

But a bird that stalks 

down his narrow cage 

can seldom see through 

his bars of rage 

his wings are clipped and 

his feet are tied 

so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings 

with fearful trill 

of the things unknown 

but longed for still 

and his tune is heard 

on the distant hill for the caged bird 

sings of freedom 

The free bird thinks of another breeze 

an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees 

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn 

and he names the sky his own. 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams 

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream 

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied 

so he opens his throat to sing 

The caged bird sings 

with a fearful trill 

of things unknown 

but longed for still 

and his tune is heard 

on the distant hill 

for the caged bird 

sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

I want to be free.