It's been a while since I wrote anything. Writing is something I love. It's cathartic, it's motivational and energising...but it's also something that takes effort and frankly my efforts have been elsewhere of late. It took a really long time to get my feet under me. There are still days when I feel overwhelmed. But I miss blogging. I miss writing about my life. I miss the dialogue that starts when you bare yourself for the world to see. I feel like I'm ready for that kind of exposure again...and the sometimes negative comments that come with it. It's been a pretty epic couple of months and this week it culminated with me, knocked over from the flu, still putting some pretty big runs on the board.
Consent orders are through, our financial settlement is finalised. This week I negotiated a new mortgage, in my name alone, with the bank. All those zeros next to my name. It's daunting. I really must get around to putting a "donate here" link on this blog in case anyone ever feels compelled to throw some dollars my way. Emotional stripping - nowhere near as lucrative as the real deal.
I finished renovating my daughter's room (mostly. More on that later). I finished organising my room. I made a catch-up book for my ex brother-in-law. I spent most of yesterday asleep because I overdid it and knocked myself out. Tonight the big kid has a friend coming for a sleepover. I have sewing to do. It's all happening. I'm up to day 28 of my second shot at the 100 Happy Days campaign. This time I'm determined to finish it.
I don't want to promise anything I can't deliver but I am hoping this blog becomes active again and that I can find the time to post regularly. Let the insanity commence!
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