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Catching Up

There's a huge part of me that wants to post a screenshot of my Blogger dashboard just to prove to you that I haven't entirely forgotten my blog. No, really. I've had my fair share of ideas to write about, including what I think are rather insightful pieces about empowering women, mental illness and body issues. I've started them and failed to finish them, usually because I fall asleep mid-post.

I fall asleep a lot these days. On the couch. In the rocking chair. Face down on my computer's keyboard. It's a combination of a solid three to four hours of sleep each night, working ten to twelve hour days and a thyroid condition that's wreaking havoc on my body.

But anyway. I've recently decided that I need to spend SOME time doing things I enjoy, and I do enjoy writing about my life and how I see the world. That's why I'm taking a break from writing an enchanting piece about kitchen islands to post a quick update in the hope that we can pick up again like the last three years of silence didn't happen.

So here you have the top five topics running through my head:

1. Paying off debt.
2. Getting healthy.
3. Establishing better habits.
4. Getting my house in order.
5. Training my rescue dogs.

Throw in there a few thoughts about empowering women, finding happiness, letting go of big dreams and searching for new ones, and you have my life right now.

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