HOUSE OF KB

I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.

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It's fine. I'm fine.

Saw this fella on my walk the other night. Listen, Universe, I don't need another reason NOT to exercise. So sending the Green Goblin/Evil Garden Warlock/Beelzebub is unnecessary. If you don't see it, get your eyes checked. That thing is THERE! Did I stare that thing down the entire way home? Yes. Did I have heart palpitations the closer I got? Also yes. Did I congratulate myself on not running past it when I get close? Most definitely. Did I sigh in relief that it did not co

On forgetting.

Fuck that. Not gonna happen. Hahahaaaaa. Though I wish. Maybe a trip down Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Or Dumbledore's pensieve. Give my brain and emotions some space and rest. Barring those, I am who I am. A girl whose brain has a ridiculous amount of storage. Double-edged sword that. Love, V

On forgiving.

This is what I have learned. It is not a light switch. Not that it can't happen in a moment. It can. But, well, it doesn't. I don't think. I don't think the forgiveness happens in a moment. I think the moment represents when you realize you have forgiven. Or healed. Or let go. When you look up and notice that the pain isn't there. Or the anger. Or hopelessness. That is what the moment is. The moment is the realization. Because the work of forgiving and healing takes, um, fore

You can sit with us...beep beep.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. My people are happy to be on the bus with me. Because lots of us are struggling in some way. So my struggle bus has turned into our party bus. Not shocked at all. It's who my friends are. It's who I am. It's what I do. I collect people and bring them into the fold. Because my fold is often struggle/beautiful chaos, that's where my loves join me. No complaints yet. So you can sit with me. Bring your heartbreak and your chaos and your struggle.

Struggle Bus...beep beep.

Marriage is hard, you lot. Parenting is hard, too. So, you know, I have been on the struggle bus. With so many moving parts, it's hard not to feel like I am on one of those medieval torture devices. I was going to say stretch machine but, really, nope. That's not what it was. Pulling in so many directions. Trying to do so much and feeling like I am not doing any of it well. Then I look at my to-do list and realize that I am not even on it. And if there is one thing I learned