Take a Step

I have always enjoyed writing and have toyed with the thought of a novel.  I started working on one.  Big dream and no time to pursue it.  But maybe now?   Something to think about.

But I was reading a Danielle Steel book about a woman who was a writer until her son died, and then there were no more words.  And that made me wonder if that was the real tipping point of my not working on my own writing. 

The death of a loved one is always difficult.  Both my dad and sis died of cancer.  You know its coming, you think you're prepared,  but you never really are.  The grief is there.  But the loss of a child is ... overwhelming.  It changes things.  How you think.  What you feel. What's important to you.  Does it ever go back to the way it was?  No.  But you have choices,  you can make changes.  You need time first.  

Maybe that's what writing here has done for me.  A way to step back into writing without being specific in content,  free to write whatever comes to mind.  Which makes me want to chuckle and apologize at the same time as some of these posts have been .... not very read-worthy!  Mundane daily events, blurbs about this and that.  Just the junk in the daily life of an ordinary gal.

Learning to readjust to a new norm is currently my thing, and just maybe its time to consider getting back to writing. 

There are lots of choices ... all I need to do is just take a step and start.