I started a different, public blog. I won’t talk about my feelings or any torrid secrets over in that space. It’s all about my favorite moments in life, tv, movies, books, etc. A celebration more than anything.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop writing something all together. My physical voice is way too weak to stand up for what’s on my mind. I was out tonight, and I can already tell I’ll be completely hoarse tomorrow. But written words? They can last forever. Be re-read. Savored.

But I digress. Life is going along just like it does. Ups and downs. Surprises. I smell a huge upswing. I’m ready to ride the wave up.

I don’t know if I’ll continue Tales of Goodness and Light. I think even the premise was fabricated on something I’m not. The idea and intention was valid. I wanted to share. It was my form of therapy. But along the way I could say what I was really thinking. I let myself be censored by my own invention. And I’d rather celebrate life than analyze the hell out of it.

-Ry