HERE I AM.

I couldn’t always say that.

I was hiding for a long time. Introverts do that. I hid behind my job, my wine glass, the door, and the immense space between me and everyone else.

I took on masks and played parts just so I didn’t have to show up as me.  I pretended to be the busy, quirky boss lady of the restaurant…a part that I could play along with.  I was ‘happy’ to be that—until ‘that’…