I know it’s been ages and ages since I’ve partaken in a bout of blogging. It’s sporadic at best, I know. I have so many things I want to say, and so much joy I get from this on small activity (although, admittedly, when I do it it is long and takes up a fair amount of time).
I can’t even think of a sensible or profoundly fabulous title for this post. So that’s fun.
Perhaps if I did it more frequently it would take far less time. But I doubt it. One can dream, right?
I’ve wanted to do more, but unlike previously when I was trying to fit in and find myself, I find myself in a completely different position.
Now, I’m pretty clear on who I am. On what drives me, what moves me, and what motivates me. I know the things that drain me, that hinder me, and that hurt me.
The last few years of full time work outside the home office have been a considerable drain on my time and energies. This, however, is inexcusable (to me) when I say there are things I want to do, and don’t, because … well, mother of three, working full time, blah blah blah.
It’s been the things I haven’t done that have helped me to understand who I am, and what I