Wow....its been a long time

I'm at work (same place, different position). I needed a quote and I knew I had it posted on this blog...so I pulled up the site addy and began looking for the quote I needed...

I read through some posts searching for what I needed...and it was the strangest thing. I was reading me. Who I was 3-4 years ago...and in a way, who I still am. Maybe I'm totally narcissitic, but I really enjoyed reading me...and I was reminded how much I enjoy writing...not writing for anybody else, or worrying what an audience thinks, but just writing for the sake of putting something (anything) out there.

I started a family blog of sorts in October, I had the grand plan of creating a cookie cutter family blog (like so many I see these days). I had a miscarriage shortly after starting that blog and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't be that person, that pretend person I hold myself up to, that perfect archetype, that I'm clearly not. I couldn't write in that blog, it wasn't me then.

Writing here, strangely feels like coming home...I can have history, and be me, and perhaps throw in some cute cookie cutter family blog stuff every now and again too!