I want to start again. I’ve had a lot going on, that to be perfectly honest has sort of put any sort of creativity on hold for me. I just haven’t been feeling very inspired.
I have an energetic, bouncing-off-the-walls three year old who wants my undivided attention. I also have a job that probably takes more of my time and energy than it should.
And, my father passed away recently after a long illness.
It was something that filled in most of my thoughts. I was always worried about him, about my mother who was taking care of him. I rode the emotional roller coaster along with them. Experiencing the days of hope, and then the days when things weren’t so great. I felt helpless, and knew I couldn’t fix it. While I knew things weren’t great, I was always hoping for a miracle.
I thought about writing here about that, but I didn’t feel comfortable. It wasn’t my illness, it was his. I couldn’t express how he felt, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t have wanted me to talk about it in a public forum. It just didn’t feel right.
So here I am now, ready to start a new chapter, so to speak.
I want to talk about things that are going on in my life, the good, the bad, the wonderful, the ugly, the funny. Things that anyone who is out there who might read and relate to.
That’s what this blogging stuff is all about right?