Good morning world.
A few different friends have mentioned recently that they wished I would blog again. I do too. This is my little corner of the store where I used to think out loud, and at one time it was indispensable. Then I found myself in a place where I didn't feel free to just think out loud anymore, and one led thing to another and .... now it's a couple of years later and I need a place to voice my thoughts again. But I haven't made it a priority. Rather, I haven't learned how to maneuver my time so that I have space to think about anything except dinner and check-ups yet. When friends have mentioned my lack of blogging, I have responded with something like, Well, once I master using the restroom alone I will pick up writing again. Until yesterday, when Kira said something that caught my attention. "...once upon a time I told my story here because I believed it to be worth the telling. "
I'm going to work on it. I really don't know how to rise above the fray long enough to turn on the computer, much less think about something - but it's a skill that needs my attention as much as dinner. Because mine, too, is a story worth telling. And I'm not willing to let that be unimportant anymore.