the house of miss birdie

So I just jumped off a building. Just kidding. I just jumped into life, once again. For the longest, I've been hiding. From what? I still don't know. I guess it was fear of failure, rejection, maybe even success. Bad business decisions. Ending friendships. Dead relationship. I guess I was traumatized. So I ran for cover. Problem was, I got stuck. I needed to feel safe again. Problem is, when you want to feel safe, after your heart slows down, you get warm and cozy. Warm and cozy is dangerous. Especially when you are a self-employed businesswoman. Warm and cozy does not pay bills. When you're broke and hungry, warm and cozy gets uncomfortable. You have to come out sometime. Hiding from what I was hiding from was fear of being hurt again. I had lost enough in such a short time, I wanted to be OK. Now that my heart is mending, my mind isn't as scattered. I'm in a better position to see that where I was before was nowhere I needed to be for my success. At

In dealing with anything in my past, I have learned not to look back. There’s no sense to do it, and it only makes you do stupid things. This gets to be hard when you have young children. They look back for you. They cry at night and ask for Daddy. It breaks your heart. But no matter what you say, you still can’t give them the answers that they are looking for. So I wrote a book a children’s book called, “Daddy Doesn’t Live Here Anymore.” Before you see it as a hopeless plug, it is based on my own experience with my son. One night, he just wouldn’t stop crying. I thought he was just being stubborn about not going to bed. After letting him cry for ten minutes, I came in the room thinking that it may have been more serious. “Why isn’t Daddy coming back?” my son said, hopelessly. Well, you have to read the book to get the rest. (That’s the plug.) But the gist of it is letting our children know that although things don’t work out with us grown-ups, that he or she is still love