Since my daughter was born I've stopped writing. Actually it has been longer than that. I can't remember exactly when my life got so busy, but the end result is that I don't have time to do anything wholly and completely anymore, and certainly not enough to indulge in personal hobbies.
I miss writing. I miss a lot of things about my old life and my old self. I feel a little these days like I'm losing sight of who I used to be and simultaneously I haven't put nearly enough conscious thought into how I ended up where I am today. Maybe that is what this is about. I don't feel healthy anymore and although I'm grateful, I don't feel happy.
I'm not sure why I've chosen an online format except that I've always felt that I have something to share with others, but if I'm honest with myself I haven't yet found the self-confidence to do anything about it. Or maybe it's just loneliness. Maybe I'm feeling vulnerable and this is a safe way to connect.
Whatever the reason, this is my blog, my diary written out loud.
