So...I'm writing things. That's all I've got to say about it right now.
I never understood writer's block until the last few years. Maybe they should call it stress block. Turns out one can't get sick/repeatedly injured/home school/plan wedding/sell house/build house and keep on rolling. Nice thought, but no.
The good news is that once everyone is married off, in boot camp and employed, life settles down. One learns to breath again. It's no longer crisis mode 24/7, and creativity starts to trickle back. Me time becomes a thing again.
My health is good, I have a dog that ensures I climb 3 flights of stairs a minimum of six times a day to keep me fit, a farmer's market outside the apartment two days a week with fresh, healthy veggies, and much less stress.
Everything's going to be okay.
