Last year was the worse in my life, this from a person who at 14 lost her mother while giving CPR. As a kid I was very creative, taking classes in oil painting 🎨. This was a passion my mother and I shared, plus I had a good eye for composition 🏙. So when she died so did my passion 🥺. Fast forward 42 (35 good) years later; with no creativeness and nodepression… the first week of July 2020 hit and life as I knew it and took a 180 🥴 (or as I like to say Arse/Tit.)

Why, you ask...

I lost my best friend of 15.5 years, Nathan the cat 🐱, the threat of possible eviction 🏡 and being unfairly dismissed from an accounting position of 5.5 years. I had been bullied 🤼‍♀️ by my married managers (eye roll 🤨) which the law stupidly stood behind. Plus Co-Vid!!! Mental health issues followed quickly…

On July 10th it will be exactly one year recovering 🤒 from the ordeal. So while, hopefully, on the last legs of my recover and new found creative passion here I am. New motto “Live Love Laugh”, new home, new passion, new eye for life.