For 14 years, I've been living in a shadow and under a thumb. 3 weeks ago, I made the impossible jump, packed up my little girl and myself, and headed on out of Dodge. Okay, so we're technically still in Dodge, but we're certainly not co-habitating anymore.
At any rate, I'm in a new house with a new room and a fresh coat of paint. The possibilities feel endless to me right now, which is sort of a scary feeling. I'm not sure what to do without someone telling me what and how and when to do/feel/say/think things.