from: Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Over the past few weeks some things have happened that have made me feel as though I am stuck forever in this endless cycle of 1 step forward, 2 steps back. As though I will never have the small things I wish for and as if I am a fool for even giving voice to any little wish for my life.

I had myself a good cry, I pouted and threw myself a big pity party. Then I laid back, stared at the ceiling for awhile, and started thinking about the clean slate. Silly right? I'm 41 years old, there's no undoing a life that's been half lived but just because you wrote some things on the chalkboard doesn't mean you can't swipe it off with the old eraser. The experiences they peek through, like chalk on a slate. But I can still write over them, I can take the old words for what they're worth and write over them with new experiences. My life may be written up to a point, but from this day forward is always a clean slate.

So my clean slate comes with a site revamp, some creative projects I'm working on, and an invitation to join me as I write new words to my clean slate