She didn't realize it had been so long. A year since anything had been written. Maybe, she thought, that she just hadn't really had anything to say, or maybe she was just to buys to write. She does remember sitting at the laptop, contemplating the meaning of things and wondering if she had anything to write. She had looked at the blog, but really, she thinks, had likely decided it just wasn't worth the effort at the moment. Or maybe just no time.
What a long year it had been. Children to and fro, getting older, but not so old as to yet have flown the nest, even though they thought they should be allowed to. Husband who was around more because of a job that let him stay home. It was nice, much of the time.. but not all.
and then she thought about her year.. Had it really been a year since she had written?? Ahhh.. she remembers now. The time management thing. The having soo much more to do than she really should have been doing. The pressures on her time were not her own or her familes for that matter. People demanding things of her that kept her away from home and away from really being herself. This program, that project..
A New Year will start soon and she has made herself a new resolution, one she intends to keep. Take more time for herself, her family. Don't give freely of the time she has to anyone. Write more, read more, do more living for herself and less for anyone else. (except her family).
She wishes it hadn't been a year.. she wishes she could get that year back.. well part of it anyway.
