I have no idea how long it is since I last wrote on here. I suspect many months, possibly a few years. Writing for me has always been a guilty pleasure, managed only with time snatched from elsewhere, stolen moments when I really should have been doing something else like the washing, tidying the kitchen or time spent on me instead of the children and specifically, the daughter. But now I have no excuses. I have six months spread out in front of me like a huge magic carpet ready for the ride of a lifetime.
Since I last had time to write I have achieved many things: obtained a post grad diploma, changed career, come off medication (worthy of a blog in itself), walked my beloved daughter through a million miles of heartache and out the other side and now, just now, had a diagnosis of cancer.
So I will have, finally, the luxury of time in which to carve out a little piece of time for myself. I know this to be true and I know that it will be the way of shaping and controlling my existence, my life. My whole life I have scratched little snippets down on paper and more recently put it out on postings in the online communities. But I don't want to waste my writings, so here it will be. Collected, unlike me.
Since I last had time to write I have achieved many things: obtained a post grad diploma, changed career, come off medication (worthy of a blog in itself), walked my beloved daughter through a million miles of heartache and out the other side and now, just now, had a diagnosis of cancer.
So I will have, finally, the luxury of time in which to carve out a little piece of time for myself. I know this to be true and I know that it will be the way of shaping and controlling my existence, my life. My whole life I have scratched little snippets down on paper and more recently put it out on postings in the online communities. But I don't want to waste my writings, so here it will be. Collected, unlike me.
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