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2.1 - Glitter


A year ago, I revamped my blog and at the same time began a journey of self discovery that was long overdue. I worked my way from the outside in, using the twelve astrological houses as a guide--and while I was expecting this to be a perpetual onion or spiral staircase, it turned out to be more of an unpacking. There was a lot of journaling, a lot introspection, and a few terrifyingly untethered months where I struggled to separate something I desperately wanted to keep from the grasp of something that I absolutely could no longer tolerate.

So here we are again, and here I am, a wholly different person than I was a year ago. I haven't shared a tremendous amount about the process, since it was a process, but now that I've gotten my personality down out of the box it was stashed in in my mental attic with no intention of ever putting it back, introductions may be in order.

Hi! I'm Sarah Jo. My pronouns are she/they. I live in central Arkansas.

Some words that describe me (I won't say "I am" because certainty is the end of curiosity) are: 
extra extrovert, 
queer, 
parent, 
partner, 
Christian mystic, 
maker, 
writer.

Over the course of this month (and the following year), I'd like to dive a little deeper into those, and to walk through my process a little. I hope you'll join me!
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