It's been a while, I know. And it's been a while full of living, for all of us, I'm sure. I'm not going to try to catch it all up in one post, that would just be tedious.
Let's just say that, for a time, my words left me. No, that's not quite right. My words never leave me. But, the idea that my words are worth hearing left me. And then it occurred to me that perhaps it's not for me to decide. Sort of like when my husband says, "I have a great idea" and I say, "tell me and I'll let you know how great it is." Since his ideas rarely involve more fabric or yarn, to my way of thinking, they rarely achieve greatness.
Lately I've been feeling that there are stories I need to tell, need being the operative word there. Hand writing has never been fast enough to catch the words before they're gone, making traditional journaling incredibly frustrating for me. Plus, I enjoy the editing as much as the writing, and what a mess that is on the written page. So, here we are, the perfect place to put all the words that have been begging to be expressed. I'll let you decide if they're great, or I'll even settle for good enough.
Give me a little bit to figure out what they've done to blogger while I was gone. In my continuing efforts to be a recovering perfectionist, instead of waiting until I have it all figured out (which is approximately never), I'm going to muddle along until it works. I'd be honored if you'll muddle along with me.