I sometimes find myself sad when I think about that fact that I don’t write regularly anymore. So I tell myself, “Self, let’s write again.” And then I keep not-writing. A cycle.
I suppose the thing to do is not to try and catch-up, but instead just to start again. Because lots has happened… like… we live entirely across the country, we chose to make less money and live smaller, our kids are so much older and people we loved are already gone. But that’s catch-up so let’s squash it.
To start: Life is good.
The decision we made to move here & change was a good one. It’s paying. It has not been without its moments of madness and anxiety, still is not without them.
Is that how you start? Re-start? K. Whatever. I think I can take it from here.