The Irritated Nerves? Sore Muscles? Psychosomatic Preemptive Perseveration?

Honestly? I feel very shaken up

Sorry I’ve been so extra MIA!

It is never my intention nd always the opposite go what I want. I only ever disappear when it’s serious… and I think the longest I’ve ever stopped writing without communique was 1 to 2 weeks, and then back at it again so…

I truly hope that my loyalty and love is still felt?

I cherish being able to be here and have the support of some friends far and wide, and recognize it’s never to be taken for granted.

I have decided to include a rambling video with no edits (Substack is my Edit Free Zone?) tomorrow- so there’s that?

I’ll go into more artistic detail on all things in the days and many pieces of writing to come- always the uncut, full length version here - but the short style is:

I had a horseback accident that is a STORY [I make it sound way more interesting in the video, for fun, than it was), and felt like a normal bad-ass aiming to push through for my daughter, whom I was with, and carry on in the days to come…

And then days later: horrifically backslid? (Why are bodies so weird?) I mean… I truly, truly, truly had a terrible scary day of pain that felt akin to when they placed the ICD in my chest in 2015-ish or so. Except, no IV muscle relaxer drip. No best friend and husband nearby to comfort and distract.

Honestly? I feel very shaken up by the level of pain. Perhaps because it was unexpected and seemed more of a domino effect a couple of days later, caused by my already crappy spine, and not by anyone particular thing.

[You can watch the video tomm to learn why it wasn't Kevin the horse’s fault.]

And nothing is ever that simple. There is SO much more to why I dropped off for a tiny bit… but I never want to make you feel like you’re not appreciated, and that my being here isn’t astronomically appreciated.

Hell… I’ll just say it: My little bit of Substack income is what treated my beautiful Follin to her (thrifted) prom dress this month, for example!

You help our world go ‘round. To someone else, those teeny tiny things might not be worth the time or tender… But to us? It can sometimes change our entire month, from month to month.

That’s you… if you’re reading this.

That’s any time you care to share, or to skim, or to suggest someone’s writing to someone else.

It’s a small but mighty little amount here and there for important things… but also, I think it’s much more beautiful to pour that into the moments that someone like my daughter might remember forever sometimes too. Something like a glittering emerald dress that she felt special in (and liked all the more for being just $17!)

You know what I mean?

I have