After a wild summer in Ghana, the break up with my husband, a serious bout with Malaria, leaving West Africa worried that Ebola would come to Ghana, then recovering from it all at a fabulous Bali Beach House outside Beaumont Texas (5 hours away from the first Ebola outbreak in the United States), I am setting in for the cold winter of New York State.
November was filled with storytelling and making art work for the Plowshares Arts and Crafts Festival. November was filled with getting my feet back under me, trying to decide what my life will look like now that I have no husband in Ghana to go back to. And now December is figuring out that in wanting to go back to Ghana, what that life in Ghana will look like. New Years Eve is coming, and I liked to have a plan solidly in place. This time...an A - B - and C plan, because my husband breaking up with me was not part of the A and only plan that I had for my life. He broke my heart and almost broke me. And that will never happen again. I will never again build a life-plan dependent on someone else.
An so, fine-tuning those A - B - C, and maybe D plans, by New Years Eve.
I am the architect of my life, and have to build it myself.
Fairy-Tales are Twisted....and the Prince is not coming to save you.
So - I am saving myself.
