I’m gonna try to breathe some life into this blog.
31 posts in 31 days. I can do it.
They can be short or long. Ugly or pretty. Thoughtful or spontaneous.
I just need to write something…anything…to get myself in the groove again. Writing…or, at the very least, expressing (or maybe explaining?) myself creatively…for some reason, is important to my soul. I don’t feel good about myself when I’m NOT doing it. It’s as if I’m neglecting a piece of my heart.
I always feel as if I have too much going on to do this, and that I should be making other things the priority. Kids, work, husband, laundry. There will always be stuff to do. Always.
And yet, when I think of things I regret…only one thing comes to mind. I regret NOT blogging, NOT writing, NOT taking pictures, NOT creating, NOT documenting. I’ve had fits and starts and lots of stops. There are a number of bloggers I admire that I have been following since this dream took root around the time B was born…and I am amazed at what they have been able to accomplish in that time. The separator is consistency.
So 31 posts in 31 days. Let’s just do it and see what happens.
Here I go!