Don’t panic. I can fix this.

I’m really more of a builder than a visionary. I would always tell people that my husband and I were a great match because he dreamed it up, and I made it happen.

But then he died.
While I was in prison.

It’s a long story, but the short version is I love you. And I love me.
And that’s pretty much all I know about who I am.

I’m starting over.
There’s a lot of stuff that needs fixing, and a lot of things that need doing, and a lot of dreams that need envisioning. I’m going to do my best, but in my-normal-builder style, I need a place to stay organized.

It makes me feel like I’m doing something, and holding myself accountable for those somethings…
at least I till I get in the habit of dreaming.

You know me— or, at least I think you do– how else would you have found this place? Now I’m feeling suspicious.

suspicious-fry
Where was I going with this?

Oh yes.
Where am I going?
That’s the question, and this is the place where I’ll be answering it.

Feel free to look around, offer up ideas, provide solutions, judge, laugh with me, cry at me, and on. You’re welcome here because that’s how I rawr.

Just like how I’m writing this page so I can stall on putting up any actual posts, which — by the way — will come in floods, so you probably don’t want to follow. Those posts could be various forms of content — maybe just a song, or a quote– since I’m literally imagining this to be a corkboard awkwardly shaped like a blog. Plus, there’ll be swear words and possibly thoughts on sex and relationships.

So maybe you don’t want to look at all.

Or maybe just check in every once in awhile.
Or maybe you do want to follow…

Shoot, I don’t even know how I feel about socks. I’m not really in a place to be bossing you around.

I don’t even know how I feel about being bossy.
It seems like something I’d like.
Not as much as I like you, though, so no worries there.

In fact, no worries in general, yeah?
Don’t panic.

I can fix this, and then everything’s gonna be okay.

8 thoughts on “Don’t panic. I can fix this.

    • rawraavis says:

      *hugs* This blog is gonna be a hot mess, Jackie. Lots of posts at random times. I won’t be hurt feeling’d if you don’t follow. 🙂 But I do have to say, it’s nice seeing your face pop up everywhere again. 😀

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  1. Juju says:

    I have often thought about starting a second blog for my hot mess self but then I realize that if I am being honest, which I strive for, then my hot mess self can come out too. After all, the angels know us better than we know ourselves any way.
    Always sending you angels!

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    • rawraavis says:

      🙂 Makes sense. Authenticity makes life easier. Rarasaur blog will still be the primary home if my hot mess. This place is just a hot mess of posting, since I already have 63 goals to load up… I see it as a physical corkboard. One that moves with me easier. 🙂

      Thank you, Juju…. It’s so very good to see you. My journey was so very blessed by your angels. *hugs* and I’m so grateful.

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  2. Multifarious meanderings says:

    There’s a dino-hugging English girl gunning for you in the South of France, kiddo. There’s so much to do,, but one day at a time you’ll get there, and you have a willing ear here to listen if needed, or I can pull out my pompoms jump around my kitchen to get you roaring. Just let me know, huh. Now I’m off to tell my mum (SW England) about this blog – although she’s probably already found it, ‘cos she’s been keeping a concerned maternal eye on you for ages 🙂 HUGS xxx

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  3. Judah First says:

    Not follow YOU? You must be crazy! For me, Rawr = most.inspiration.ever.

    Wouldn’t miss it.
    So glad you’re back that my goose bumps have goose bumps. This site will be just as amazing or more than the other. Write on!

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