…Of the iceberg, that is. I’m easing into this writing thing.

Gone are the days where a prayer and a feel-good message gets me by. No longer is the glass half-full, the glass was shattered, discarded, and replaced with a hot cup of strong french roast. The aroma and the body is full, the presence enhanced nicely with rich half and half.  Best served with something to be savored, in a quiet room, dim lighting, the sun just beginning to push the night away.

Sugar? I don’t want to sugar coat anything anymore. I feel raw. Every nerve, fiber of who I am. Fuck the sugar.

If you’re reading this, thanks for sparing a few moments. I have no idea where this is going, but I’ll attempt to drop something on this “Not Without Fault” page on a weekly basis. I admit that is an ambitious endeavor, but the time to purge all this noise is now.

What am I up to these days? Mostly hiding behind closed doors at every opportunity. I’m reading a book titled “Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind” by Yuval Noah Harari. I play ridiculous amounts of WordCrossy, and am pleased to say I am ranked #1 amongst Facebook friends. I cook and eat crazy tasty food with my guy. Kings of Leon has become one of my favorite bands. I enjoy my children when the occasion calls for such enjoyment.  I go to bed as early as I can–because FUCK the Oklahoma sun–and I snuggle with the best yorkie/schnauzer mix and fat-ass angry feline every opportunity I get. I work more than I should…maybe not physically, but definitely mentally. I’m sore all the time. I’m awaiting a final diagnosis of degenerative disc disease from a neurosurgeon next week, and am anxious to find out what the rest of my life will look like as a result of that diagnosis. Just another label to add the the pile of labels–old, edges curling, careworn: clinical depression, PTSD, hypothyroid disease, chronic high blood pressure, democrat/socialist, angry, obese, bleeding-heart, mother, daughter, lover, friend. The list can go on, but labels are meant to be put on the shelf.

Potential and ability are the words of the day, everyday, until we die. It is my thinking that each morning, I have the potential and ability to do what I can with what I have. I can do no more than what my potential and ability allow, but, on the chance that I do surprise myself and exceed expectations, well now…isn’t that dandy.

Later, alligators.