April 25, 2025 – A quiet moment with Lofi and J.
It’s 4:50 in the morning. I’m curled up in the recliner, Lofi Girl playing softly on YouTube while our little Maltese, J., snores beside me. This might just be another rambling session, but honestly? Most of my ramblings turn into semi-decent blog posts, so here we are.
If I’m being honest, being vulnerable is hard for me. It makes me feel… exposed—like you can see and hear every thought I’ve tried to keep tucked away. And maybe you can. I mean, I am typing it out and hitting publish. I could delete it, but that kind of defeats the whole point of this journey.
This isn’t just a blog about starting over. It’s about healing, understanding my triggers, celebrating the good moments, learning hard lessons, and figuring out who I’m becoming. And maybe—just maybe—someday I’ll be telling y’all that the love of my life has found me. Or I’ll be sitting here saying, “Vanskye, now you know you were wrong for that.”
Because holding yourself accountable? Whew. That part can be tough. But like most things in life, it gets easier with time. With practice.
The decision to start writing again came suddenly, but it feels right. I’m learning to let it out—whether I’m at work or stretched out on the couch. I’m tired of silencing myself. Tired of self-sabotaging. This is the beginning of something beautiful.
