Perhaps I should clarify, dear readers, that I am not in the abysmal pit of despair. NO. I am not about to abandon my children, my husband, my faith, nor my life. NO. What I've come to the conclusion is, the old sariqd that I am, just doesn't suffice. It's not enough. It's not... I just can't put my finger on it. It's as though, perhaps.... I've let what I perceived other people's opionions of me become my truth.


"Really, there is no beautiful style, no beautiful design, and no beautiful color: there is just one beauty, that of the truth that is revealed."

Auguste Rodin

I've forgotten what my truth is. Too long have I let what I thought other people thought about me mold me. No longer. I must shed that. For example, I'm not a shy person. When did I let that happen? I must change those bits & pieces that I don't like. I must work through the metamorphosis that one goes through in changing, stretching, and growing. It might be an ugly business but you know.... there are some mighty pretty butterflies out there.