God makes beauty from ashes

I think until I'm balanced and "back to normal" again, you'll just get sporadic posts from me on this blog. Sorry in advance. The up side? I think they'll all be pretty short. Sue will be pleased :) (love you, Sue) I purchased a book by one of my favourite bloggers, Allie Brosh the other day. Her book is called "hyperbole and a half" (haha) and in typical Janet fashion, I  loved what I read, then I measured it against anything I have written - found myself lacking, spiralled into shame and am now reacting with fierce competitiveness. Sigh. Ally writes about finding a letter to her 25-year-old-self that she wrote when she was 10. It's a brilliant story. She then goes on to discuss what she'd write to her past selves if time travel was available. In true Janet fashion, I've decided to copy that brilliance. Here are a few letters I'd write to past Janet: Dear 8-year-old Janet, You're a weird child, God bless you. Why do ...