O blog. I hardly missed you

To be completely honest, I'd mostly forgotten I even started this blog.

Not the best of times.

I'm not really into all the social media stuff. I'm on facebook mainly to keep an eye on my kids and what they post.

Yes, I'm stalking my kids.

Whatever.

Read my last post. Seems like forever ago. My mothers death. My own cancer diagnosis eighteen months later. This last two years has been a dream. Sometimes a nightmare.

I'm vowing now to start doing better. To quit using the 'talking to myself in the car method' as my therapy.

I have a book or two in me. Something like a thousand short stories. They whisper at the edge of my attention. Some times they yell. All want written down.

I keep meaning to post some of my patterns on Ravelry. Should probably write those down too.

Part of healing is wanting better. To be better. To have better. To do better.

Since nobody reads this but me, is it really any different than talking to myself?

I shall see.