“I’m an introvert and an Aries,” I said only to be met with silence. “Are you there?” I asked.   “Yes, I’m here,” he paused for a moment, “You really going to let the stars dictate who you are?”   “Wait a sec—“ I said.   “Nah, it’s okay,” he chuckled. “I’m just giving you shit.” We’ve had this convo before, only we’d never delved into the deep of why I say such things. Regardless, I loved hearing his voice and laugh. I missed it and him. There doesn’t seem to be enough genuine chuckles during this pandemic. Just social media memes about how we should all feel and accomplish, or not accomplish, during this forced home time.   I hate being told…

  If you had told me that this would be my life a decade ago, I wouldn’t have believed you. I became a mother, dramatically changed jobs, started writing a novel, and filed for divorce all around 10 years ago. One action flowed into the next and into the next and it’s been me riding that flow ever since. I can look back now and see how it was all meant to be. But living the moments, the dark days and endless weeks where I didn’t know if I’d ever find my way, there were times I was ready to fold back into my old life as the old me.   I remember the fear + the courage to finally show up in my…