Monday, February 8, 2010
My blogging friends. Thanks. For waiting for me to wade through Face Book and find my way. It's been a journey. Why? I don't know. I guess maybe because I needed to feel something I hadn't in awhile. I did. High school friends helped me in so many ways, but now it's time to move on. To come home. To write like I write without much editing. To not worry about fitting something like 145 charaters in a freakin' little box. To just talk with ease. To relax among friends.
You know it's funny. I only had one meltdown on fb in 6 months compared to my one every month here!!! That's funny. You would think the opposite. Nope. Only one and only just recently! Tired I think. Overwhelmed with the enormous weight of trying to get the yard back in shape in a short period, my responsibilities and my brother's accident (no, you don't know about that, but I'll tell you later).
I've been so afraid to come back here. Afraid I'd forgotten how to write a complete sentence. Scared I wouldn't know what to say. How to tell the stories I love of everyday life. But I know now that you're all here, waiting, and so I feel completely at home. And so it's with so much ease that I write this post. You know my garden, my home, my animals and my life. When I write about being stressed about the garden, you understand. Honestly, I don't think I have to write a word. You just know. There is a comfort in that I can't even express.
We've been through so much together and so I write this with much love and appreciation. Thanks for waiting for me to find my way.
Love you all,