It has been 2.5 years! Can you believe it? Did you miss me? Don’t worry, because I’m baaaaack!

I need to write.

You don’t really need to know that. You wouldn’t really care either.

Neither would you know that one of the reasons I haven’t been writing for the past year, is because I get my nails done and it’s way too difficult to type now. I’m not sure that you’d be interested to know the reason I get my nails done either. Well let me tell you anyway.

I’ve been getting my nails done at the salon since last Christmas. It costs me a small fortune that I can’t afford but it started as a relief-solution that I now can’t seem to put a stop to. Ladies will understand what I mean. The period of time when you quit getting those bio-gel refills or acrylics is hell. Your nails are thin and destroyed and take months to look and feel okay again. They’ve got us by the balls in this never-ending cycle of booking appointments every three weeks. It’s just like fighting the skunk-line when you want to quit colouring your hair. You’re trapped in a money-eating cycle that makes you realize how vain you really are.

Now you want to know why I started getting my nails done?

I’ll tell you. You might already know that I had a gastric bypass surgery in April 2023. By November, I had lost at least two-thirds of my hair volume and my nails had turned paper-thin; splitting down the middle to the nail bed. Agony. Bio-gels was my quick solution that strengthened them up, but now I’m stuck with them.

But what does hair loss and weak nails have to do with gastric bypass surgery? Good question. I didn’t anticipate these side effects (rather, I didn’t anticipate how severe the side effects would be), but it happens often as the body’s response to the shock of such a massive surgery; to the dramatic weight loss; the regulation of hormones, yada, yada, yada. It sucks. But it’s worth it.

– What? You didn’t know I had a gastric bypass?! Well, that’s a whole story altogether that would take a lot of typing with these stupid nails.

But I will say this and try to close the point I wanted to make from the beginning.

I need to write again. Writing was that friend that I would turn to whenever I had these rambling thoughts that needed to be organized in words. I don’t know the last time I made time for writing and I miss it terribly. I need it.

My life is so dramatically different since I last wrote. I looked back at my last post two and half years ago and I sometimes can’t even believe that I’m the same person.

I turned 50 this year and I feel like it’s the start of a new me. My second scene of life. A new and better improved version of me. It wasn’t the weight loss. It was the coming together of all of the years of heartache, of struggles and triumphs. Of lessons, of choices and extraordinary circumstances. A recipe of life’s experiences that finally came together to form this final version of me who now knows her worth and her purpose.

I’m ready to share again. I’m ready to write. Can’t wait to ramble with you once again and share all the exciting things that are about to launch.