This is my first week blogging. I honestly cannot believe how happy it makes me to write. My mind is always abuzz with random thoughts, my son categorizes this as ADHD. Having a place to express myself is a relief and seems to combat my built up stress and anxiety. When I feel too much joy or happiness, I tend to find excuses why I should not allow myself to do that thing. When a book is so good I don’t want to read it too fast, I want to make it last. When I am enjoying time in the afternoon sun, I worry that I am being wasteful with my day and should get busy doing something like laundry or some other tedious task. Each day I write, I am allowing myself to inhabit the body of a writer. It feels good.
Dog lover, nature seeker, artist wanna be