How much do you open up in a blog?

I have a constant stream of things I cod blog going through my head all day long… But how much is too much?

I worry about who reads/will read this, will I offend someone? Should I care? I seriously doubt any of those I’m afraid of offending ever even see this site.

I was also raised to show the world your best face. Even when you’re feeling down, or sad or scared, you put on a good front. Through all the counseling, through all the 12 step work, and even though I was a counselor myself, I just can’t shake that. So writing about the truth, about pain or fear is absolutely scary for me.

Will anyone even read it? Most likely not. But it’s still scary.

Our uhaul is packed, nearly complete. We just need to finish with the stuff left in the house and workshop.

Where are we going? I guess that’s a good question.

Well, we’ve been in North Carolina for the last three years. One day, while The Englishman and I were having coffee, we were discussing what we wanted from life, where we wanted to be in 5 years, what was our purpose, our vision. Out of the blue, completely shocking myself, I blubbered, “I wanna live in the UP…”

For those of you unfamiliar with the UP, that stands for Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Where summers are short, winters are long, and misquotoes are the size of crows. It’s also the place I fled from at 21, truely beliving I could never live there again.

…and there I was, slapping a hand over my mouth, convinced that I had been briefly possesed. The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that the “possession” I had just experianced was really that inner me, that little voice of self that I had been so good at ignoring most of my life.

So here we are. Packed up, nearly ready to go. Tired and sore from a day of heavy lifting and packing.

And you get to join in on the journey of life with the YooperGal as she returns home and beyond.