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"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." - Mohandas K. Gandhi

I have discovered that writing is a humbling process. Not everyone will agree with what I have to say, but those that do understand are my kindred spirits. The rough draft of the book is quickly coming together. I hope to dedicate a couple days next week to writing. At the same time, I will probably be taking a quick break from writing on the blog to decompress. I'll be back before you know it.
I'm on the move again tomorrow; think I might have gone overboard on the packing. More shoes than clothes, but hey you never know what mood you might be in. I'm on a jewelry binge these days, stocking up on investment pieces. "I deserve it. I work hard." Isn't that what all women say before they buy something ridiculously expensive, but so worth the splurge.
I've found a new place to call home in a city that once was so familiar. Perhaps, this is my second chance at a life I walked away from many years ago.
There are still days when I find myself questioning the war. It never could have been real, yet it seems all to real now. I wish the ghosts would just let me be. Haven't they inflicted enough emotional damage already? I didn't start the war. I am a casualty of the ambush. The last thing I ever wanted was a fight. From the beginning all I wanted was an explanation and an apology. That's all. I wasn't asking for much. I would have peacefully walked away then. No bitterness, resentment or hatred. I'm well aware that I'm a broken record asking for something that will never come. I forgive you and I want to forget you. Ironic isn't it. Given how I'm writing a book and all, but this is how I forget people, I write about them. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. I've already been hurt so let the party begin. Oh wait it already has and the fat lady is about to sing.
See ya in a few.
Kate