Life can be full of drama. You can be so busy living, working, ‘familying’ and many other things that squeeze out other things. This is not a question about what how important the other stuff is. It is just a reminder of how we can go through seasons swept away by different tornadoes. I’ve been on the go recently and one of the things that suffered in the stranglehold of the ‘ings’ was writing. Getting back into it I realise how not writing often hurts.
“On blogging, after blogging for years”. I never thought I’d utter these words. Not because I thought it impossible, it was never a possibility in sight. I’ve always felt like I had something to say. I wanted to say it to myself and needed a means to process. Enter writing, hello blogging.