It has probably been about 3 years since I wrote here. Many exciting and not-so-exciting things have happened during this time, but I kept them to myself or to the journal on my nightstand. Family and friends have asked about my blog and have reminisced about a funny or interesting (to them) thing that I wrote. I realize that I have missed it. Have missed having an outlet. Have missed the unexpected comment to something that I have written, that reminds that no matter where I call home, I'm connected. We're connected.
So today I begin again. Last week I had an operation. It was unexpected and will require about a month of recovery. I am not one to slow down, but I have been forced to and it has left me with a lot of time for reflection, reading, writing and more reflection. Today I came across a copy of the book You Are A Writer by Jeff Goins. This was a gift from a good friend of mine, who seems to know me better than I do at times. I admit that I did not read the book when she gave it to me, but it found me today. I have longed to write — articles, blog entries, books, trainings, curriculum, etc. — and have written from time to time, but it has not been constant. In reading the book today, the advice was this: Decide you are a writer and write. Yep, that’s it.
So I’m starting again. I have no plan. Maybe I will write about life, or work, or relationships, although I suspect it will be a little bit of everything. Perhaps some of my musings will reach somebody, perhaps not. But today I decide that I am a writer, and thus I will write.