I am still here. I write this as a reminder to myself even more than a notification to my readers.
I have been writing so much these last few months, just not blogging. I have missed this.
I find myself thinking of this blog often. I think,
“What do I want to write?”
“What is there to say?”
“Do people really want to hear a housewife’s take on kids and married life?”
“Do I really want to talk about kids and married life?”
“Should I just post works here? Try to get feedback?”
Lots of questions. And with full disclosure, I didn’t come to any definitive conclusions.
With the exception of this: I want to write and I want to write here.
I want to write about whatever I want. This blog doesn’t need to fit under an umbrella that only touches on certain topics. It can be all encompassing. I have no control over who reads, who shares, who cares. But that isn’t why writing has ever mattered to me. Writing has been my lifeline since I was a child. When I was 7 and used writing to help me grapple through my father’s death and throughout my life going through every other hardship and joy. Writing is home.
So here it goes. Continuing the act of saving myself. Using my God-given talent to spend time with myself…and hopefully you all as well.