So life has been a bit chaotic as of late. I left my job working in the field of cosmetology education after years of essentially being bullied and used as everyone's bitch, culminating with someone having the balls to ask me to take on more work responsibilities with less pay and expecting me to just roll over and say "Yes ma'am". Nope. Sorry. I'd rather be broke than be treated like that and being your little whipping boy whenever something isn't 100% perfect, whether it was my responsibility or not.

Now I'm at a job I love with the ability to transfer just about anywhere in North America, so I can finally get back to pursuing my goal of moving up to the place my heart belongs; Alaska. Raising the money to do so is at a painstakingly slow crawl (I've even set up a GoFundMe page, but haven't had much response), but I'm not giving up. Every time I'm there I feel so much peace that it's surreal, and every time I have to leave to come home I feel like channeling my three year old self and throwing a full blown temper tantrum!

I'm in the process of trying to be comfortable enough with my body these days to get another set shot. Ten years can change a lot and I have to remind myself that I'm not twenty years old anymore. I'm not going to still have that twenty year old body, and after battling many years of eating disorders and image issues, my thirty year old recovery body is something I should be proud of. I know I'll get there.

Until next time!
-Static