The last time I blogged I was in a searingly painful point in my life. My two decade marriage had come to a screeching end without warning and I was left with my then 12-year-old daughter, a dog, two cats and a house and a head full of dreams and plans that included this man. But I put one foot in front of the other, brushed my teeth and showered each day, got my daughter to school and myself to work and rebuilt a life that is better than it was before. It took a helluva of a lot work and soul searching and leaning on family and friends. But, here I am four years later, happier, peaceful and a bit lighter.
I've been thinking a lot about writing for the past few months. If I have one craft that I can properly claim, it is writing. I started my professional career as a writer/journalist and I suppose that I hope in some sense to wind it down as a proper writer. What that truly means is yet to be figured out, but this blog is a start. It's like learning to play the piano. First you find middle C and from there you spread up and down the key board learning the scales and one day you play with both hands pressing the keys simultaneously and before you know Bach or Chopin comes wafting out of the strings. So here I start again. A bit nervous, a bit excited, but thankful that I can exercise my skill again.
