Way back in 2004 (twelve years ago!?), Hubby bought me my very own URL. . . I started blogging. It was a beautiful outlet for me — a place to ponder, a place to keep a family journal, photos. . . a soapbox!
And then a move and change of life rhythm — me at work, Hubby in grad school and homeschooling the kids — and writing and blogging became more infrequent.
Another move. . . and another, and another, and another. . . some posts and pics along the way, but nothing like the routine of writing I had been in before.
I miss it. I really do.
Ironically, it’s harder now with teens to make the time than it was for me with a lot of littles running around. Now we have teens and littles and I love it — and am still trying to find the rhythm when I can write.
I’ve also been discouraged along the way with stupid behind the scenes crud with spam and wordpress not working as it should. We thought we had that all straightened out last year, but nope. It took the wind out of my sails. I can write here, but I miss my own URL.
Here I am again, feeling the need to write. Feeling the need to reflect. This medium “works” for me in a different way than pen and black & white composition books do.
So here I am again. Feeling a bit vulnerable starting again after fits and spurts in the past several years. Sad I have those years not documented, those thoughts not captured. Ready to press on.