I have been rambling for months, I know. Half the time, I can’t even think of anything to write. Not. One. Single. Thing. And that is roughly unacceptable. And then when I do think of something to write, it has menstruation in the title. That’s just disturbing.

It hasn’t merely been in the random, sporadic posts though. My whole life has become one big, muddled mess. At some point, I veered drastically off-course and lost my sense of direction. It wasn’t all my fault. Bumps in the road will do that to you. It is aggravating that it has taken me this long to find my way back. I think my compass got broken. But it’s going to be okay. I don’t need it. I’ve never been much of a believer that technology equals a better life.

Now, I am learning to follow the stars.