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I'm Back!

When I say I'm back the next thing that pops into my head is, that's why they call me Slim Shady, but on a serious note, I'm back to blogging. Girl say hallelujah! Okay, enough of all the lyrics in my head.

The reason that I quit blogging for a bit is because life happened. I was taking care of my granddaughter and a newborn grandson. I was still dealing with the ups and downs of having an addict in my home, and fighting battles that weren't really mine to fight. There was still a lot going on and plenty to say in the Murraytalk world, but my inner Murray had to stop and listen for awhile. I needed time to pray, meditate, and reflect on my life. I'm a fixer, and I knew that I needed to stop trying to fix. Things may not be the way I want, but everyone is walking their own journey and all I can do is pray that they're safe, and that they learn the lessons along the way. So I  changed my priorities and worked on what was best for me - I owed it to myself.

During my hiatus I wrote a book - everyone should write their story regardless if you get it published. In writing my story it brought me clarity and led me on the path of furthering my education to get my Life Coaching Certification. (which taught me even more about myself)  I gained a better understanding of everything that's happened in my life, and grew as a person during the process.

 Thus far I am extremely happy and excited about the path that I am on. I'm walking in faith and receiving great joy in doing so. We all have a purpose in life and I'm thankful that I have found mine.


So here's to new beginnings and sharing my life once again.

Until next time!

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