So I came to the conclusion today that my blog has become a bit TOO revealing about my struggles with my inner demons. I've decided to keep a private journal to give them a nice place to play.
After making the decision, I coincidentally went to the laundromat and washed my dirty laundry. How's that for ritualistic symbolism?
While happily folding my clean laundry, I listened to my beloved Mozart's music and allowed my heart to dance inside my chest.