Wow. Where have I
been? I took the summer off from
blogging in order to spend more time with the kiddos. Summer turned into autumn. Swimsuits and shorts into jeans and
sweaters. So much has transpired. So much in my life has been fixed and much more is in need of fixing. I don’t know where to begin. I’ll start with a welcome back to me!
It’s easy to stop blogging.
Especially if one has a gift for procrastination, which I do.
“Oh, I’ll do that link-up on Tuesday.”
Tuesday rolls around and I say, “Well, I don’t think anyone
really wants to hear about that. I mean
really. Next Tuesday.”
And so on. And so on.
It’s difficult to start blogging after a long hiatus. It’s very difficult.
I mean, what do I say?
“Sorry it's been a while, I’m a lazy bum?”
“I’m afraid you won’t like what you read?”
Dribble, dribble, droll.
Fear. Fear. Fear.
Plus, my story is not only my own, but also belongs to the
people in my life—my partner, my daughters, the people in my community that may
read Sperk*. I feel a need to protect
them, their privacy. Plus, as far as my
daughters, I don’t want to embarrass them.
I've missed having a voice, though, which is the most precious gift of blogging. Not all in this world have a voice. I do. I should be using it. Forget hiding in silence. Forget fear of judgment. Forget thoughts like, “I’m not where I should be at
this point in my life.”
“If I really share my opinion, I may be ignored at the next
school function.”
And so on. And so on.
My blog’s layout needs updated. My bio needs to be rewritten. The tabs need to be made relevant.
So much to do. So much to say.
I must proceed with patience.
I must acknowledge that the hard part is done—getting started.
Here it is.
Blog post number one, after a very long, lonesome
hiatus. I've missed my blogging
connections. I've missed you.
Hello, again.