Fragment: POSTURE

I have got to fix my posture!!!

It's been an issue since, like, FOREVER...I just can't stand or sit up straight. I find it SO uncomfortable :-/

My brother-in-law pinches my back all the time to remind me to FIX MY POSTURE. I find it SO hard :-/

It's so comfy to just sit and slouch ;) but ok, more than the looks, I need to fix this for my health...so, I'll keep trying.

"A wedding GIFT!"

My sister has given me a gorgeous present! I'd told her that one of my 'wedding ideas' was to tie a small frame around my 'faux-bouquet'; the frame would hold a picture of mami when she was my age. I thought this would add a nice, vintagey, sentimental touch ;) details, details, details...where the beauty of it all lays!

So, when she was looking for interesing things in the christmas SALE section of a store, she found me the perfect gift! Isn't it gorgeous?! And the colors and style match perfectly with the rest of my ideas, especially with the DREAM crown :) YAY!

Can't wait to put mami's picture in there!

(my newest obsession)

One thing I've had very clear: I want a wedding that defies all the cookie cutter stuff!

And some of the things I want very different are the bouquet and flower arrangements. First of all, because I am not and never have been much of a flower person; secondly, why is it that we do things without even asking WHY we do it? Why do we cut a cake for someone's birthday? Why does the bride HAVE to hold a bouquet of flowers to walk down the aisle? Why throw the bouquet? Why wear a garter? Why, why, why?? Ok, I don't want to sound like such a rebel, I do appreciate symbolic things because they spice things up, they hold a certain charm...............but why not give it a little twist that will make it YOURS? My bridesmaids won't have flowers, instead, they will carry lanterns and place them along the aisle to adorn my way to the altar.......as of me, I WILL carry a bouquet, but I've been wondering for the past few weeks, how can my bouquet be different?

I started skecthing ideas in my little notebook...and I came up with something interesting. Vine sticks tipped off with attached fabrics, colored papers, and buttons! A scrapbooked bouquet! YES! This would be soooo ME!

And of course, I logged on to etsy and searched for button bouquets to see if anything like it would appear...and to my surprise and extreme satisfaction, it does exist!! People do these crazy things I think about! I am so not alone in the world...it feels good to know there are others that feel my way ;) BUTTON BOUQUETS, my newest obsession! Check them out on etsy.com, there are so many! I wanted to buy this one from the seller letters4lilly for my wedding bouquet but then I thought, this looks easy enough to make; I can go buy buttons that I fall in love with, and make my button bouquet myself!

It will have much more meaning this way ;) I am so excited about this!!!!! I can't wait to go BUTTON hunting!

Fragment: SCRAPBOOKING

My scrapbooking space...

I began scrapbooking after my first semester in college. In an intent to keep all those great freshmen memories, I took lots of pictures and wanted to organize them to show my family when I went home for Christmas. So I went out to look for a cool album, but instead bought a RED BOOK (honoring the colors of the school, M'ville) with black cardstock paper. I glued my pictures and decorated each page with keepsakes and ephemera that I'd saved the last 5 months.

What I didn't know was that what I'd done actually had a name...it was an official hobby here in the states! SCRAPBOOKING!

And so I became obsessed with all the scrapbooking goodies at craft stores, and any other general store I'd visit, like Target or Walmart, and would be fascinated for hours just browsing. But all these cute little things were/are sooo pricey! So, I would just buy whatever was on sale. Everytime I'd go to a store, I would head to the scrapbooking section (it even has an exclusive SECTION) and hunt for treasures that were 50%-75% off and so. In no time, I had a storing bin full of my own scrapbooking goodies, YAY!

And like this, one of my favorite pass times was born! Scrapbooking for me is therapeutic. I am such a nostalgic person. Since I was a little girl, I love reliving memories, keeping things that would remind me of a special event or a special someone, hunting for little treasures...scrapbooking just makes sense for me! Saving my treasures in beautiful books created by me......I can spend hours sitting in my scrapbooking workspace. No matter if I am sad, happy, stressed out, worried, nervous, excited, etc., when I scrapbook, I channel everything into those pages...and all of a sudden, everything seems clearer, better, focused and in place.

Fragment: CAFE

Smell and taste are both very powerful tools that we own.

Just a sniff and a sip of my coffee, and the new day opens up before me.

It is in this moment that I, once again, become fully aware that I am here--ALIVE--and that there are countless moments about to happen.

I, once again, realize how clueless I am about the things that may come in the hours ahead.

I am, once again, reminded that I have no control whatsoever over things that I cannot decide.

With my coffee in hand, I close my eyes and, once again, believe--by faith--that I am a creature of God. I need Him to guide my steps and take control of all the UNKNOWNS of this new day.

All these thoughts, awareness and realizations happen in milliseconds! It just takes a sniff and a sip ;)

After 7 hours of not really knowing if I'm here or not (what IS sleep, anyways?!?! It's such a surreal thing that we do each day!)...my coffee reminds me, that I am HERE and I am ME.

A FRESH BREWED LIFE...each day!

"L'Atelier de Tom"

My first class was such an experience...and anything that gives me an unexpected, out-of-the-ordinary moment, j'adore!

Tom is such a character. He is my teacher and the owner of the school. The minute I entered L'Atelier de Tom, I knew I was in the right place...it is so wonderful to feel that, an instant click that makes you move forward without a doubt despite you entering the unknown. It's like you belong there...something feels familiar although you've never been there before. This is how I felt.

The school is really Tom's house, in which he converted a small annexed cottage into a language school. The little school has 2 classrooms; there is a shelf full of books, a TV, videos, a radio and CD's; there's also a fridge full of sodas, juices, water and beer (?!); and my favorite part, Tom's office, which consists of a tight hallway that looks like it used to be the kitchenette of the cottage...so funny!

Tom is tall and slim, has a huge smile which he uses at all times, and is VERY outgoing and loud :) He is from Bordeaux, and lives such a european lifestyle despite having lived in DR for quite a while. Ok, enough about Tom...I come into the classroom to see only 4 students other than me and I immdiately love it! I love intimate settings, I work better in this style ;) The group is small but very diverse. There is an older woman, who's more advanced than the others, but wants to keep attending the Basic French (?); there's another one, a couple of years younger, who's attitudy and acts like "Mrs. Know It All"; there's one a little younger than this last one, who seems like a working woman, a secretary or something, maybe it was her uniform (?); then there's a younger one, but a bit older than me, who's not dominican, looks european, not sure from where though, and was talking about how to lose her baby fat...and lastly, there's MOI!

So everybody immediately starts speaking french! WOW! Wait a minute...TOM! DO YOU REMEMBER THIS IS MY FIRST CLASS?!?!?! He didn't seem to care...ok! Some were speaking better than others, they would talk about random things, I could tell, and help each other, sometimes even correct Tom...it was interesting, but I was so lost! But I suddenly remembered that in my first conversation with Tom he did mention that the technique he uses at his school is very conversational, very coloquial, learning by just talking a lot about whatever they were doing, seeing, hearing or even eating. So I guess I was just being thrown out there, I had to "swim or drown". In situations like these, the brain becomes more alert, instincts of defense awaken, and without me having total conscious control, my brain started making connections, and even formulating little sentences or questions! I'd never spoken french before! So I guess this technique really works! However, I am a very structured person as well, besides me loving spontaneity, so I am not sure for how long the throwing me out there will work for me.

Anyways, now to the prime moment of the day! In the middle of the random conversations, I hear the words vin and chocolat...mmm, I wonder what they are talking about! And suddenly, the older woman brings out a black bag and starts giving out chocolate bars. Tom, on the other hand, stands up with such emotion, like he just started a bet with someone and is sure to win. He brings out a jug of wine! WHAT?!?! We start eating il chocolat and drinking le vin, and the class just went on regularly, as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary was happening! Meanwhile, I was loving the class already ;)

Let's see how the rest of them go............................Bon Soir!

Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts; for if you let it pass, the desire may never return and you may remain in ignorance.

Fragment: FRENCH

I am so excited this morning...I even have butterflies in my stomach :) It's just been a while since I studied something, since I had homework, since I had to meet a schedule for something other than work, since I had to learn and memorize stuff...and for all these "since's", I finally went to a school and signed up for french lessons, YAY!

I've been wanting to learn french ever since I went to Denmark in August 2004, and met my wonderful french-speaking friends Emilie, Sandra and Marie Claudine (miss you girls!). I'd always found Italy a dreamy place, with dreamy guys and a dreamy language, so I took Italian lessons in college, learned quite a bit, fell in love with a very handsome italian guy, and after a failed intent to travel to Florence (got VISA denied, was SO mad!) all that interest went away. So, after meeting the french-belgian trio, I forgot about Italy, and started being interested in FRENCH!

I've wasted lots of time though the past couple of years...had been so focused on how lost I was that I was losing time and not investing in ways to find myself. But the waves have calmed...things are clearer now...my sun is rising...and the hunger for things is back! And I am taking ACTION! So, among other things that I will probably share later on, today one of those ACTIONS begins...and I am excited and nervous...how ALIVE do I feel?!?!

AU REVOIR ;)

"BELLA and DREAM"

I woke up so early today...it's such a cool morning, and for Dominican Republic that's quite amazing. I had my very hot coffee, mmm, and my tasty wholegrain bun. And...I couldn't help it...I had one more hour until I'd shower to go to work, so I logged onto ETSY...and yes! I've done it once again...yet another PURCHASE!!!!

I am so, super, extremely EXCITED! I have bought BELLA and DREAM from WHICHGOOSE for the wedding...Not only are they beautiful, whimsical and ethereal, but they hold meaning to the MushyPushy legend ;) Bella, which is the crown I'll be wearing, carries one of the names that Pushy calls me most. And Dream, which will be the crown for my niece, the little bridesmaid, carries such a significant word for our relationship...you all know it's all around a dream! And it is from the DREAM crown listing that I took the excerpt from Shakespeare's play included in my previous posting (WEDDING PLANNING fragment)...ohhhh, they were so meant for me! Asi lo siento ;)

P.S. Pushy, do not log on to etsy to see these things ;) you are the ONLY one that needs to be fully surprised ;) ...LOVE.

Fragment: WEDDING PLANNING!

I was supposed to visit Pushy in California but one day he called and said: "Let's not do this anymore, we've lost precious time of being together, I love u and I want to spend the rest of my life with u...but I want this forever to start already! Let's make some plans....I will need u to change ur ticket to NJ so we can talk to ur parents....would u do that for me?" WHAT!??!?!?!? In 2 secs, I had my ticket changed! And just like that, the rest of our lives has begun....

"O, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 

And by and by a cloud takes all away."
-Shakespeare

Spring day. Barefoot on the sand. Sunset at the beach. Sitting on rugs and pillows. Incense and lanterns. Lots of colors and patterns. Nothing too flowery, more like greenery, vines and twigs. Drums, harp, acoustic guitar. Love poems around a bonfire. Hippie headbands! Long-flowy dresses for girls. Comfortable, light clothes for guys. Dancing 'perico ripiao' (merengue) and Bob Marley all together on the sand. A family and friends FEAST! And Pushy and Mushy promise their future................

Some pictures that have served as inspiration...

For my BOHO bridesmaids ;)


LOVE IT!

Fragment: MY SCENT

Thierry Mugler ANGEL Perfume

...explores essences of honey, chocolate and caramel. It's blended with notes of vanilla, patchouli and sandalwood...

I'm like a walking incense stick :) This scent is so me...and I love that the container is not the typical...it is a STAR***so dreamy...perfect for me ;)

BTW Pushy's boss sent it to me as a gift a couple of years ago...UNEXPECTED way of finding MY SCENT.

Fragment: PRACTICE!

So after 2 years of not practicing or even playing at all my black tubed friend (the clarinet), I was very set back :S and not only in my technique, but worse of all, in my developed ability to focus and concentrate while practicing my music and my instrument...it was like I'd enter another REALM and could not even hear my roommate if she called!

But I've lost that! It's been so hard for me to get into that shape again this past year...but just last week, I made it my goal, to practice everyday again, and slowly begin to enter that realm...



People say I have a lot of soul, and I do feel something rather special when I perform...but, as my music theory teacher Fertitta said one day in class "technique without talent (soul) is boring...but talent (soul) without technique is a catastrophe..."

"paOpaO fragments me"

I visited paOpaO's blog and found so much that I could connect to! Absolutely LOVE this feeling ;) I pasted here some excerpts from her blog. Read on, and with the stories you've already read about me, you can probably make the CONNECTIONS...

surreal

its surreal,
all of this:
this moment,
this call,
this day,
this dream come true..

its all so surreal
to share this with u
to watch words come to life
to finally have what you wanted!

una cancion...

no te ha pasado que en el momento mas extraño y menos esperado la vida te regala una cancion?
te dedica las letras con una melodia que curiosamente te identifica?
tomando una cancion antes escuchada pero que ahora se vuelve tuya?
que curioso no?

sideways...

troubled by walking forward, of moving on
i stopped myself...
cant i just stop and walk sideways for a while?
take a little time off and enjoy the scenery
can i swing sideways to... what's not necesarrily right?
and learn from my mistakes
can't i make an adventure up and close my eyes?
just for a while
troubled by walking forward, of moving on
i stopped myself,
took a break for a while
i'm swinging sideways...

la espera...

Estar preparado es importante,
saber esperar lo es aún más,
pero aprovechar el momento adecuado
es la clave de la vida.

forever young..

In some ways we grow up; we have families... we get married, divorced... but for the most part we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling... forever wondering, forever... young.

I've drawn inspiration from her blog many times...it's a delight to read her and browse through her fabulous, artistic photos! paolamarie.blogspot.com

This is paOpaO...

Fragment: MUSIC, CLARINET, OSN

I am a musician.

Uuuuuuuuyyyyy, it has taken me a while to believe so, totally ignoring the fact that I have been playing the clarinet since I was 10 years old (14 yrs now!). I studied music all through my school years (6th to 12th grade). I went to college and graduated with a Bachelors degree in Music Performance.

Yet, none of this has ever convinced me...but why?

I think it might have something to do with the fact that I know I have a lot of soul, but I despise the fact that I don't have an ABSOLUTE PITCHED ear. "When you have absolute pitch, literally a fraction of a second after a note is played, you know exactly where you are on the scale" I've always felt less of a musician because I don't have this gift :S I've trained my ear, and have been able to pass my music courses with very good grades, but nothing ever close to this absolute recognition. Some of my musician friends tell me they go crazy when they hear a symphony, because they can hear all notes. They hear all the names of the sounds being produced! WOW...now I'm not so sure that is great after all :p

Anyways, everyone that knows me knows about my love/hate relationship with the clarinet. I LOVE music! But I don't necessarily love playing this instrument.

People often ask me why I chose the clarinet. Well, I was 10 years old, and was given a list with all sorts of instruments to choose from. I opted to go for one that I had no clue about. I wanted to do lots of exploring! And there, so early in my life, I can pinpoint this pattern of mine, of always wanting to take the "road less travelled"...so cliché, I know, but I love this truth!

I graduated college, and felt free to put away the clarinet and explore other things. Two years of total uncertainty, of failed NORMAL job searching, and an unpaid internship later, I came to the Dominican Republic for my cousin's wedding, and one of those other clichéd quotes became a reality for me: I was "in the right place, at the right time". The 2nd clarinetist of the National Symphony Orchestra in DR was retiring and I was invited to audition for the position.
I AM OFFICIALLY THE CLARINETIST OF A PROFESSIONAL ORCHESTRA...

*sigh*

Once again, "the world turns, and it turns a lot!" for me, as Pushy once told me.

"Finally..."

FINALLY.

What a journey we've had! I might even consider the name JOURNEY if we have a daughter. I met a girl once whose name was Journey, and I was so bewildered that someone had such a name! So unique; it must've held an awesome story behind it.......so I like this idea ;)

Anyways, this Fergie song "Finally" came up in the radio while I was driving to work a couple of months ago, and it's -once again- one of those things, one of those moments where connection instantly happens. As I heard her sing, my heart started to skip beats in disbelief. How could someone have read my heart and my thoughts, and written my story? The story of Pushy and me was coming out of the radio speakers that day.

FINALLY.

The story of my dream coming true, so unexpectedly, one spring day; the bumpy ride that follows when the realities of life come crashing in, and all the baggage of selfishness, insecurities, complexes and uncertainties kick in; and after the growing-up pains give way to the wonderful results of experience and maturity, we are free to appreciate what we have, who we are and the beautiful person that is still next to you, because love is pure...and it waits...

"4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8Love never fails." 1 Cor 13

I waited for you long, Pushy...and, when we were FINALLY together, you waited for me so patiently. Now that my super dark period has passed, we are free to LOVE each other, "FINALLY".

I can't wait to live my life with you. I can not conceive living any circumstance without you. Te amo.

"So what ever happened to the dress??"

What ever happened to the fabulous dress that I found on etsy?

Well, I think I got a bit too distracted browsing around on etsy while my dress was being SOLD :( I want to cry!

Nonetheless, I have found many other fabulous ones, so, I guess it'll be OK.

Ok, ok, ok....I can't lie! I don't want to cry anymore...at all! Because I have found the perfect dress for my BOHO BEACH WEDDING! I can't post the picture here, though. Pushy can certainly NOT see it ;)

Check out the dress that was sold (picture above) from the seller SALVAGELIFE on etsy, where you can find many others for your delight.

Happy shopping!

Fragment: ETSY

It is incredible how a WEBSITE can change one's life/one's days in a way one could've never imagined (or at least I couldn't have).

Personally, I despise sitting in front of a TV, a computer or anything that makes me feel as if hours have been washed down the drain. But one day, while 'googling' stuff to find ideas for my wedding dress, I found ETSY. There, I found a beautiful, vintage dress that I thought would be sooooo PERFECT for me! The price was perfect too, $98 *wink, wink*. I fell totally in love with the dress, not aware at the moment that what I'd found was more than just a dress. I'd found a community, a way of life, a concept that would change my way of seeing things. I'd found inspiration; a connection with people that are so much like me!

ETSY instantly intrigued me so much! VINTAGE, HANDMADE, CRAFTS? Sounds to me like NENY, NENY, NENY. And, just like that, a whole new world opened up in front of me...from my laptop! I would've never guessed, since I am so not a computer person.

Etsy is all about buying/selling VINTAGE and HANDMADE. People all around the world open their own little shops for free in this community to sell their crafts and vintage findings. Endless treasures could be found in all these shops! OH MY GOD!!!! I am so HOOKED.

As I checked out all kinds of shops, without a doubt, I found my favorite one: WHICHGOOSE's shop.

Through etsy I've realized that I am not alone in the world. I actually belong to a community of people that are on the same GROOVE as me ;) What an amazing discovery! As I said on my 1st post, it is so powerful when we find something/anything that we can identify with, connect to.

I wish to open my own etsy shop, soon. I'm still thinking about what my 'niche' would be. I have some ideas in mind, but still haven't felt like THIS IS IT. I think having my etsy shop will be fantastic once I move to Napa Valley. I'll certainly have something to look forward to everyday! Making my crafts, posting them on the etsy page, logging in often to see if there's been any sales, if so, wake up the next day, prepare the packages and send them out.

In this way, I will be connected to so many people in a surreal way. BEAUTIFUL :)

............and so, reading about the sellers on etsy, I've learned and fallen in love with the concept I now intend to live by: RECYCLE, REUSE, REPURPOSE!

"MushyPushy fragments..."

The story about how Pushy and Mushy (me) came to be together is kind of tricky...and very long! Therefore, I will try to be as technical and direct as possible, especially aware of my tendency to give way too many details.

I was about 8 yrs. old (too much detail already?) when I first knew of him; he was my cousin's best friend. "What a dreamy boy!", I remember thinking. He seemed so free, so SIMPATICO (outgoing), so nice, so talkative and formal with my mom and my aunt...and, OH, SO GOOD LOOKING! But there was just ONE little detail: he went to high school with my cousin and my BIG sister! Soooooo, yes, it was at this precise moment that my biggest, "impossible" crush germinated.

Years passed. Other little crushes fleetingly developed and, likewise, disappeared. I grew up a little; moved to another country, and came back from time to time to visit. Every time I saw him, the exact same feeling would emerge! The vision I had of him, which created such feelings, never faded. "MY PLATONIC LOVE", I then started to understand.

Many years later, and after lots of growing-up drama, I moved back to USA, to go to college. So, COLLEGE, eh? Could this finally mean that he'd be able to see me in a different light?

As the daring little person I am characterized to be, I invited him over and confessed my infatuating love for him. He listened very attentively; I could never forget that loving face. When I finished my heartfelt speech, he said, "Ok, it's my turn to talk..." (WHAT?! I had no clue he'd want to talk!). He went on to say how he'd always cared so much for me and my family, but that he'd never thought of me in such a way (nah, really?! BUMMER!). But then, he pronounced words that held so much truth: "But who knows what can happen in the future; the world turns, and it turns a lot!"........ *sigh* ...he gave me hope. What more could I have asked for?! That was more than enough for me :)

Thereafter, we kept in touch ever so often; holidays and other random days. Some flirty e-mails and phone calls were exchanged, and even a couple of encounters...but nothing ever held. He'd always end up disappearing, and I would keep living my life making myself believe I was mature enough to understand the HINT: he disappears = wants no committment.

And then, one spring day, 13 years after I'd first met him, the world had apparently turned ENOUGH...............and Pushy made the phone call that changed our lives forever. And so, he turned a rainy, gray day into one of the most colorful and cheerful days of my entire life!

Three springs, and a fantastic, bumpy ride after, Pushy pops the big one, and slides the *bling, bling*. The rest of our lives together will begin in SPRING (of course!) '09.

Note: tried to keep it short ;)

Fragment: PUSHY

So, this is Pushy...the man who I'm about to spend the rest of my life with!!

Does not sound scary at all. I always thought it would be, but it actually feels comforting. I feel intrigued; eager to live life with him, with all its wonders and all its sh**.

He's 32, such a positive soul, cute-bunny smile, flirty personality, addicted to flavors and spices, in love with nature, adores walking (which has caused conflicts between us), abnormally enjoys studying :), a fabulous cook (mmm, lucky me!), a dreamer (La Vida es Sueño), so devoted when he loves (something or someone), simple...natural...so reachable, when I always thought of him as an impossible DREAM! *(more on this in another "fragment")*

Te amo chulo.

"My 1st!"

There are SO many things inside of me; many parts that conform the whole of me. For quite some time, I've been longing for a space that is soooooo mine!

Searching for random things on the internet, I would accidentally bump into blogs (there are so many of them!) and catch myself reading for hours about others' interestsm passions and opinions. Other minds, other souls! I would stand up from my computer feeling tired, but oh! so fulfilled...but why?

There is something very powerful about being in touch with someone through the postings on their blog. Feeling a connection with interests, feelings, thoughts and ideas of people you don’t even know. Even feeling a rush of excitement as you see photos of things they are craving for, of events that are making them happy and sad, even.

One feels identified...and, when this happens, a very PROFOUND experience takes place.

I've fallen in love with one blog in particular: WHICHGOOSE! I found her etsy shop first and was mesmerized by her creations. Through her shop, I found her blog and BAM! Connection, inspiration, excitement! A new array of thoughts and feelings tackled by someone that doesn't even know me :)

I decided I wanted to start my own blog (and, hopefully soon enough, even start my own etsy shop).

So why "The Neny Fragments"?

Well, I went to rent a movie a couple of days ago, and one in particular caught my attention. The title, (THE TRACEY FRAGMENTS) + the picture on the cover (a girl with a 'fragmented' dress) = INSTANT CONNECTION! I walked quickly towards it, and as I held the movie in my hand and looked at it carefully, I thought I was looking at a photo of myself. A young girl carrying a concerned and lost look; photos depicting different people and events in her life falling as broken pieces from her body, from her dress............and under the title of the movie, a tiny sub-line that read: "something's still missing...". OK, so I rented the movie.

Note: The movie was good, but didn't match up to what its title and cover did for me in 2 seconds.

Anyhow, I believe everyone that knows me is fully aware of how lost I've been for the past 6 years now. Nevertheless, lately, I feel the pieces of my life finally coming back together. Things are much better now; clearer. However, sometimes I still feel like: "something's still missing". I felt tempted to add the little sub-line to my blog's title, but I stopped myself.

I am working on being POSITIVE. Therefore, by faith, I won't add it and believe that things are not missing. Events, people and things will just keep coming my way to become part of me. I don't have to be waiting for them because they will NATURALLY and INEVITABLY happen. So, why WORRY so much about them?!

I can say, I'm a happier camper now. I am more chilled about things. Therefore, NOW, I can write again...after such a loooong period of silence.................................................................................

...and with just this 1st entry, I find myself enjoying it so much, already! I feel ALIVE, again.

NENY, welcome back! It had been a while ;)