I’ve written this before. More than once. And as I’ve declared in the past, I really mean it this time.
When I began this blog so many years ago, I did not know what to do with it. I’m pretty sure my first post read something like “I have a blog. Now, what do I do with it?” I’m not a writer. I’m not a storyteller. I do not live an extraordinary life. I just wanted to do something different and take a few risks along the way. I stuck it out, found my rhythm, and sensed myself growing as a writer – even if just a mediocre one. It was good until, well, life.
I have a bad habit of taking on too much, then crashing and burning when it all collides. [I don’t think I’ll ever really change, but I’m going to start practicing a little mindfulness.] One of the first effects of over-extending myself is that I abandon my blog, not to mention all the fantastic and committed bloggers I have followed over the years.
I am particularly overwhelmed today. Which makes this the perfect time to exercise my digits and practice writing again, even if it’s simplistic and uninspired. I’m now going to sit back and appreciate that I just managed to string together four paragraphs of text.
Good job, Carolyn.