Once upon a time, there was a lady who loved writing.
She used to write and share her ideas, recipes, craft projects, book reviews, and other things with the world. Then she went and had a little boy, then another little boy, then a little girl and she stopped having time and mental energy to write.
She traded her writing for cleaning car seat covers when they’ve been... soiled, looking for recipes to make dinner in 30 minutes or less, doing loads and loads (and loads) of laundry, searching for the best parks (which, in her opinion are those with NO sand, no bark, no swings, with shade and a big fence). Yet, she digresses.
Then one day, her Hubster said to her...
I think you should write again.
Why, she asked. What would she write about, she pondered.
And then it came to her. Maybe other people would find value of she shared all the things she’s discovered in the 4.65 years since having her first son... Things like: how to go grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s with the world’s tiniest carts and three children (Hint: a hand basket fits perfectly underneath the cart), and many others.
So, she relunctanly said to the Hubster, you are right.
She is an Enneagram Type 3 (she’d have you know) which makes it incredibly difficult to admit someone else is right. Yet, she paired her bluetooth keyboard, sharpened her Palomino Blackwing Pearl pencils, and began to write.
It feels really nice to be back.
So, I leave you with this:
What part of you has become dormant while you have been busy doing other things?
It's time for me to hop back in the saddle, again. Will you come with me?