It wasn't that I didn't think about writing in the last 11 months. It's actually quite the opposite. I've thought about it a lot. Sat down on the couch with the laptop and thought up a hundred different things to say. But every single time I would think, "Who really wants to read that?" or even more frequently, "Why do you think you have the authority to write about that?"
And as I sit here writing something tonight, I'm not quite sure I have the answers to those questions. Those fears still haunt me.
My life is completely different than what it was when I first started this writing journey that I was having a hard time coming to grips with it all and still feeling like I had something to say.
But whatever. I'm still not sure I do have something to say. And daily life in this house is nothing short of hectic without much of a predictable schedule. Both of those things are challenges when I'm trying write.
But just like the 10 year-old me who sat up in her bedroom and filled wide-ruled notebooks with stories and notes, the 34 year-old me still needs to write. So here goes nothing.
Here's your crash course in what's been happening since we last met:
- We bought a house.
- My new communte is just minutes away from my library.
- I can go home for lunch every day that it's possible.
- That baby in my life turned into a preschooler.
- The boyfriend became my fiancé.
- The fiancé became my husband.
- We went to the beach.
- We traveled to California.
- We joined some wine clubs.
- We drank a lot of wine.
- Family moved away.
- Friends moved away.
- We went to the beach again.
- Friends had babies.
- Medical things happened.
- And then medical things happened again.
- I went to New York.
- I saw a taping of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.
- I discovered that I really like dry wines.
- I loved being an unexpected mother.
- I struggled with being and unexpected mother.
- I still hate the word "step-parent."
- I wore a lot of dresses.
- And I wore jeans just once.
- We had parties at our new house.
- We still didn't get the hole in the ceiling of the spare room fixed.
- I raked a lot of leaves.
- We discovered a dead mouse in the house.
- I got caught in the rain.
- I tricked myself into stop biting my nails.
- All in all, it's been pretty quite.
And that, is why you leave for 11 months and how you feel like you've got a lot to say.
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