I stopped blogging in April 2012.
I’ve basically had writers block for 2 years and 3 months.
Yes, there was an occasional post there and there, but it was forced. There was no natural flow.
I asked Hubs to take down the blog. I told him I was done.
He told me I wasn’t.
I don’t know what happened 2 years and three months ago. I can’t point my finger on any specific moment that I knocked the writing right out of me. I suppose it was a combination of things.
• Hubs job changed so we moved to a new area that was very different from where we previously lived.
• I was suddenly pregnant with our 4th. Surprise!
• I was suppose to start homeschooling our first until I realized that I don’t like doing the same thing everyday and therefore homeschooling is not as fun as it looks on the internet.
• Hubs traveled alot.
• Six people in a 90 square meter apartment can, at times, feel tight.
Somewhere between making sure we were clothed and fed each day, I lost my ability to write.
I couldn’t form complete thoughts.
I was content. I was even happy.
Yet, the words to describe this season of life would not come.
Lately, there has been a change in me. Something small. Something I can’t explain.
Today, I want to write again.