I would like to say that since the last time i wrote an entry here, i've gotten richer, solved world problems, learned a new profession- anything great (or anything really, that would justify my resounding absence in my self-inflicted 'blog therapy' or otherwise known as my search for creativity and artistic empowerment). I would like to write of accomplishments or conquests, instead my truth is far greater and broader in spectrum.
In those 8 short months, i have been totally immersed in the reality of life here. Working my ass off to not just survive here, but thrive. I was here, resting and healing my tired body. At the same time, i have read countless books with my daughter. I was there when my daughter learned to love the water. I was here singing along all of her John Lithgow books. I was there for first school days and play days and snow days and beach days. I saw my little baby, grow into a sweet, smart and wonderful little girl in those few months. I was here to support my husband and revel in his success...I was here working on our relationships and still am. I was making memories with my family. I've been pretty busy :)
I missed out on a lot of writing, but i feel like i didn't miss out on anything. I feel the need to document all of this, and maybe i will. Maybe i'll have like a retro blog. Maybe a time will come when i will have enough energy to do all this and at the end of the day still be able to sit in front of the computer and put everything in writing. Maybe. No rush for me. I'll take my sweet time and enjoy my family, enjoy our life, and blogging will just be everything else in between.
I credit Mr. A-Z for this burst of written thought.
