I used to write a lot when I was younger, just to get the thoughts out of my head that seemed to be driving me crazy. It also helped since I didnt have many friends and the ones I had, seemed to have a hard time keeping secrets. I think I’ve come full circle.

Lately my life has become a fog… a day to day of me looking in and wondering, “who is that woman?” She definately isn’t the scared child that I see looking out from the wedding picture on the wall. Neither is she the excited young woman with two young children with the “toothy” grin in the other portrait. I look in the mirror and see someone new.

A few months ago, the vision that looked back had sad eyes, was frightened and lacked focus. She’d lost her job, although she dreaded every moment of being there, but at least she felt some sense of worthiness. Then one day it was gone. Unfortunately the holidays were upon her, so it took a bit to realize she had a doorstanding open… beconing…

The day to day life now is difficult. Sort of hard to explain I guess. But I’ll try so you can see where I’m going with this. If you’ve read any of my earlier pieces on here, then you already know I’m creative. That got lost in the shuffle along the way, but I think I’ve found it again.

I’m going to try and write here every day… but it might end up being every fews days or so. I promise not to complain too much. But some days being alone in a house that is not your own, dealing with an elderly man who doesnt seem to want to be here… well, it takes it’s toll.

Funny how writing again, even like this… like I’m talking to you… is making me feel better today. I thank you for that.