I have not written in forever.
A new job in January needed time to adjust.
And I hoped my little place on the internet would wait.
And then, some weeks in, it was evident our world was overtaking life.
That my daughter’s 11th birthday couldn’t have a party.
And it seemed my problems needed perspective.
As life saw my friends and family experiencing loss.
Whilst my blog has been my therapy, I was in a place where I was lost.
Lost in a spiralling circle as to what, in this new world, warranted airtime.
Everything in my life, significant to me, was insignificant, in this global, life-altering scheme of things.
And I’m still lost.
But selfishly I miss the feeling of my fingers across a keyboard.
Creating more than ideas to create a room or an invitation.
(Fortunately our need to celebrate and to bake as kept people visiting my space of the internet)
But I want this space to have a future.
I want to stream a sentence for purposes other than work.
I want to relive the most comical and/ or meaningful moments at home.
Most importantly, to me, I miss my blog.
Before that March lockdown I knew I was going to miss moments.
I could never have predicted how long the loss would be felt