...once upon a time there was a girl

 When I was growing up  - me and my bestie Candy lived at the skating rink. The entire weekend we were rolling. I loved skating, but had somehow forgotten during my adult life how much fun it was...how had I not exposed my kids to the joys of rolling around a rink at what seems like 50 miles an hour to great music?  And not only that... it seems like over the last 10 years, through all the deaths and disappointments; upheaval and heartbreak I had somehow lost myself. The only thing I kept alive was my need to be at a sewing machine or have a crochet hook in my hand. But slowly and surely over the last couple of years - the vibrant Renee is making her way back to herself, the weight loss, the getting all of my (5) ex's things that were remaining in my closet out, de- cluttering the house, having all the kids back home...I feel my inner me growing and coming back - no longer stomped down by all that black sticky anger...being on the rink last night was profound...and I realize that sounds silly - but I felt alive and free - the same feeling it was for me 20 years ago (the only time I felt free back then). So - we will be attending 80s Jamz night at the rink every Monday from here on out! We all had such a good time...it feels good to be home...if ya know what I mean!