
No, I won't tell you more. That's all you get for right now. I mean it! Stop asking! Anyway . . .
Peace and love, always
Becky Lyn
This is really quite new and quite extraordinary for me. I have never wanted my picture taken. I've always been very un-photogenic. But lately, after some good therapies, I have become a little more comfortable in my own skin. I actually took some selfies! Even posting these, I cringe a little, but I'm going to get over it. I'll never be this girl again, but quite frankly, I don't know that I really want to be her. ![]() Boy, do I have some things to tell her though! She needs to be a whole lot more prepared than she was for life. But I've learned to tell her how much I love and care for her and that I will fight to protect her. And that means really loving and caring for every part of her. I'm better able to do that than when I was 18 and 125 pounds. I'm tough, but gentle. Kind, but not a pushover. A little wiser and a lot less gullible. I am prepared to now take on the roll of caretaker and I mean to do the job well. I've even recently done a couple of videos for Blooming Women. This is a huge step for me, but I need to work with what I've got and do the best I can with it! As most of you know, I'm in the process of transforming myself by removing my man repellent! I no longer need it. So progress is slow right now but steady. And for that I'm grateful. I'll keep plugging away to reach my goal by June 1, 2016, because I will then have some big surprises in store for everyone!
No, I won't tell you more. That's all you get for right now. I mean it! Stop asking! Anyway . . . Peace and love, always Becky Lyn
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AuthorBecky Lyn Rickman writes because it is the only way to placate the voices in her head so she doesn't miss out on that precious 45 minutes of sleep every night. Life can become a little congested for her in the 400 sq. ft. apartment in which she lives, intentionally, like a mushroom, pounding at the keyboard in the dark with the unsolicited assistance of her two therapy cats, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. Yes, they are Austenian. She spends a few hours each day shamefully lamenting the fact that her faith won't allow her to be a profanity-spewing, bourbon-guzzling, burning-the-midnight-oil chain smoker. The rest of the time, she spends in shameless gratitude that her children have not, as yet, put her away. Archives
October 2019
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