Oh. Hello there.

I'd been meaning to revisit this blog.  Over the past several months, I had all of these things to tell you, share, vent about, celebrate, and unload.

And somehow, I never managed to create those entries.

Nevertheless, it feels good to be back and am excited about sharing happier things, although no less introspective.  I took a few minutes to read some old posts that I create during my quarter life crisis and almost deleted every last post as I read in horror. I'm grateful to have had blogging (and friends...and wine) as an outlet to express all of the conflicting, confusing, and tormenting feelings that I felt.  Writing was my refuge.

Now, almost a year and a half later, I will use writing to heal.

As a child, I recall my grandma always telling me to "gargle with salt water".  I remember thinking "how can salt water be the cure?".  The cure for a sore throat.  The cure for cleaning and expediting the healing of wounds.  The cure for cleaning out sinus congestion using my neti pot.  The cure for achy gums.  These microscopic white flecks had superhuman capabilities...but could also kill under the worst circumstances.  Salt was innately good...but could be bad under misuse.

So go words.  They have the power to heal, but can cause excruciating pain and obliteration of happiness.

Salt and words.