Was August really the last time I posted something here?
It is February and the months have passed by like busy bees. I am writing again. My goal is one sentence each day. I figure if I commit to just one sentence it would be out of pure laziness that I’d fail. I was lazy yesterday. Not lazy, just filled the day with running here and there, tending to my kids and trying not to focus on my lack of sleep.
I am trying to form a writing habit again. I am trying to take myself seriously again. I was depressed for so long. I look back and I could see the heaviness that took a hold of me each day. That it is not there seems a bit of a miracle. I broke through. I am thankful.
Writing fills me, it clears my mind and heart, words dance around me. Everything is a story. Right now I am just taking it all in.
I am not sure if this blog is something I want to still keep. Maybe I should start fresh and build another one. There are stories I want to share, there are subjects I want to research.
I am a late-bloomer. Almost 39, so not too too late.