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Til we meet again.....




I started Ridiculous Girl 4 years ago.  


I never thought that anyone would actually read my stories.  

I wrote because I loved to write. 

The thought of one day having thousands of people read my entries every month never crossed my mind in the slightest.
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My road in the blogging world had a bumpy start.  Shortly after I started, I needed to stop writing to deal with a very unexpected separation.  

I needed to figure out how to move forward.  I thought that taking a break from writing would help me.....but in fact, it wasn't until I started writing again that the real healing would begin.


Each time I sat down to the computer, the words and ideas just flowed through my fingertips.  It was effortless and healing.  I felt a sense of peace and happiness in sharing my stories and my life with you.

 And with each story I told, I saw that people were reading.  People were following.  People were sharing.  And people were laughing.

 I was just amazed at all of this.

 I had found my voice ....and it felt incredible.


But lately, I have been having a hard time sharing my happiest moments with you knowing the heaviness that I am consistently experiencing in the background through a lengthy court custody battle.
With you, my readers, I am primarily focusing on one aspect of my life....the fun and ridiculous part.....but there is so much more going on behind the scenes that unfortunately I just can't share with you.

And because of this, I am slightly losing focus in my direction.  

It is with a VERY heavy heart, that I must stop writing my Ridiculous Girl blog at this time.

 With an impending custody trial on the horizon and much pressure on my shoulders to protect myself and my girls, I must say good-bye.  For now.




 It breaks my heart to make this announcement and yet at the same time, I also feel extremely confident that I am making the right decision.  

It took me a long time to finally decide to close the doors on Ridiculous Girl, so please know that this is not something I just decided overnight.



I feel very strongly that not only am I on the right path, but that there is a remarkable journey waiting just outside my door.


And as I close this chapter and start a new one, I am grateful as I look back at the journey and friendships that Ridiculous Girl has brought my way.  For it has changed my life and confidence forever.

 Thank you for the love....the support and the laughs.

 I will never be the same.
Here's hoping our paths cross again.....

Love,

 Leokadia xoxo









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