It has been almost a year since I’ve written anything. And I don’t just mean here…no journalling, no letters, heck not even a full, coherent email. I wasn’t even able to read a whole book for most of that year, which is insane, as my whole life I have had a voracious appetite for books and read to go to sleep. It has been one hell of a year, as I’m sure everyone is aware.
I really don’t want to dwell on it because I’m prone to wallowing and that’s just not fun for anyone. So all I’m going to say is that I finally believe there is a light at the end of this pandemic tunnel – even if it’s a bit further away for those of us with younger children who cannot yet be vaccinated. School, a mix of virtual and homeschool for my four kids, ends this week and I’m feeling good, dare I say, optimistic, about the upcoming summer break. I’ve taken a *very privileged* break from a lot of news and social media, and that has been really good for me as well.
A couple weeks ago, a dear friend took me shopping (we are both vaccinated and wore our masks!) and I figured out my real bra size, so for the first time in TEN YEARS (yes, really) I have bras that fit properly and clothing that isn’t 10+ years old or picked up at Target in a rush without trying on. For real. I feel like a new person! The reason for that ten years is a whole other post, probably going to tackle it soon because I have a big birthday coming up. But, as usual, I digress…
The point of this post is to jump back into writing/me time, but also to just say, if you’ve been out of it or stressed or short on time or lost or feeling depressed or overwhelmed or wanting to scream (or cry or run away), if you haven’t been able to do what you love for lack of time or money or mental capacity – I get it. Me too. All of it. It’s been a hard year (or more). I think we have all had a rough time, but moms (parents) maybe have a strangely unique and simultaneously universal experience. I hope you, too, are starting to see the light again…
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