Dough isn't the only rising problem

To be honest, I don't even know where to start. In my life I have had the ability to do more then most people and we'll before the ripe age I currently am. (Although to you all that will have to remain as a guess between 30-40.)

I wish I could say to those out there younger, older, same age that things will always turn up. Or rise to the better part of what life has to offer. 

I mean, again, someone like me who's been able to travel the world at such a young age and carve out a small name for myself should at least be doing well right? 

I'm here to tell you, no. I like so many humans, have fallen and honestly, I feel I'm in need of that stupid life alert button. I have never been good at "staying still" in one place. I always seem to need to jump into something and then find myself somewhere new in about 6 months. (That's a record by the way)

This blog isn't about recipes, the answer to life, or even one that might make full sense. I guess it's best described as a documentary of my desending discovery of how shit of a person I have been and how I'm trying to reclaim what little crap I have left in this life.

I want to say even, that it will be fun or inspiring. But who the fuck knows. Now a days I think most of what my brain thinks is a mash up of inappropriate jokes, ptsd induced trauma and a dash of I'm just a bitch who constantly disappoints my family. 

So as this is the "first" post of a new chapter and new series in my life. I hope you'll just, I guess, enjoy what my brain dumps onto these pages. If not, no loss. 99.9% of the time I cant even form a proper sentence to save my life. (I mean seriously, your, you're are still a fucking mystery to me. No matter how many times it's explained...along with a few others fyi.)

Well loafs, here's to proofing before rising and hoping the coarse puns aren't too bland to keep you away. Hell, maybe it'll just be me talking to myself here. Who knows...

The Barista