I’ve been itching to write again. I’m not sure what, but about something. It’s there, in my brain, in my fingertips, just aching to come out, pulling me towards the computer, or a pen. I’ve always loved to write, and though I’m not the most talented writer, it’s something I enjoy, and something that keeps me connected and grounded to myself. If I can put it down on paper, it becomes a part of me, and I’m able to analyze and think and see what I need to do.

I’ve said time and time again, but last year was a weird one. A lot of growth, a lot of stagnation, a lot of conflicting feelings that I have never felt before. It was partially self-discovery, I think. It was also partially mental (illness) coming into play — struggling against my mind. Life is busy, but also slow. Raising 3 young children is not an easy feat. It takes a lot of mental and physical and emotional energy, and often leaves me feeling depleted at the end of the day (heck, even at the beginning of the day!).

But I need to make the time to write. Even if it’s not for anyone else but myself.

So I think I’m going to be making an appearance more often again, here in this space. I have a lot I want to share, things I feel like I need to put out somewhere in space. I need my voice to be heard, if only by the crickets.

So here I am.

Writing, again.