It’s been a while since I’ve put the proverbial pen to paper. As a writer AND full time homemaker it’s my responsibility to find a balance that adequately cares for both. It’s often not a simple task. Here’s the short list of why I’ve been absent.
School recently began. Raising a child that struggles with severe clinical anxiety isn’t easy, but doing so in the beginning of a new school year is especially trying. In addition, my middle son just started school, too. It was a transition for us all.
A dear friend of mine recently passed away from cancer. She was a beautiful soul and left behind an adoring husband to raise their three young children. Cancer sucks, a lot.
Both of my boys have fall birthdays, too. I tend to bite off more than I can chew, so I planned and carried out a party with over 40 attendees.
Finally, this time of year brings me into a depression. Summer has gone and the cool crisp air follows. It reminds me so much of my sweet Charlotte, lost at 13 weeks in November 2014. Only a few short months of her growing inside my womb and I miss her immensely. I often fantasize about what could have been, and sometimes struggle to accept what is.
But I’m here now; that’s what matters.
I might be down, but I’m not out.