Still breathing

Hi!
I know I didn’t write in a very long time and I’m sorry about it. Words are not flowing from my fingers like they did some years ago. It’s like a have a blockage of some kind.
My life has been nice and pretty uneventful. That kind of changed a couple of weeks ago. I may come back and write about it but I’m still not sure because I said to myself that I was going to write again when I had a theme to write about. Like I always did.
So now at 47 “the change” is even closer and whatever happens to me, people tend to imply that it’s because I’m getting old. Knowing that I’m not the only one getting older, doesn’t really help me much.
And let’s be honest, who wants to read about menopause?! I bet everyone is dying to hear about the extra hair (in the wrong parts, of course), the changes of mood, the hot flashes, to name a few.
So, I will try to rearrange my thoughts and find a subject that makes me happy because I miss writing and because my husband thinks it’s his fault I’m not writing anymore.
I’m still married to my amazement and the amazement of my two oldest boys who watch at my husband and think: “That has to be a super good man because THIS is not for everyone”. No, it’s not. He must love me very much. I can be pretty stubborn and my children… well, let’s call them “healthy”. That’s a word my grandmother used every time the children were a freaking pain in the ass. By the way, she died. Not when the doctors said she would, two years later. Stubbornness runs in my blood.
Now I’ll see if I can publish this because WordPress is looking much different to what I remember and I can’t find anything. I don’t like this version at all.

So this post was to say that I’m alive and that I may be returning soon.

~ by DotedOn on September 11, 2019.