The last time I was blogging consistently was more than two years ago. My everyday activities are completely different today. The people I spend my time with and the places I go and my daily activities are completely different. And I’m drowning.
Don’t get me wrong. All the changes… ALL the changes, are good. But they happened fast. And I’m getting old. Er.
I still blog in my head. I make commentary on bullet-points of everyday life. In my head. No one to tell it to. I mean, some of it.
But there was a day when I consciously did business with myself. In order to join this group, there were things about myself I had to hide away. I knew I was where I belonged, so I entrusted those things to God and moved forward. No regret.
For nearly two years, I have been studying. Again, there are some answers that aren’t acceptable. Even when you’re asked for your opinion. I’m doing alright.
It’s not easy.
The girls have graduated from this homeschool. One is trained as a dental assistant and seeking a job. The other will transfer to a private university in the Fall on academic scholarship.
I read the occasional blog and I still follow my faves. On Facebook and Instagram.
Now, I just wish I bellyache to my two blog friends again and have them tell me I had a thought worth thinking.
Discouragement. To spare.
Hope on hold.