Hours turn into days and then into months and before I realize it, my adventurous self is carrying me away without time left to savor the moments....plainly stated...my journaling has been neglected! It is both passion and fear that makes me write again, a passion and obsession for the written word and fear that I will lose my memories if I don't write them down.
I’m not quite sure how to re-enter the blogosphere after taking a hiatus for nearly 18 months. The perfectionist in me requires that I go back and chronicle each month from the time I left off, expanding on memories and blog-able thoughts that I’ve had lingering in the hippocampus. Other more reasonable opinions (i.e. from normal people) suggest that I should just write one big post, highlighting all of the major moments. While that makes a lot of sense, I just can’t do it.
My biggest regret is that I have lost some of the amazing thoughts and snippets of funny language that my younglings have offered over the past months. My intentions are there. I hear something and scramble for the nearest writing utensil to capture the essence of their opinion or the power of their love. But, the scraps of paper with scribbles of memories accumulating in my purse, on my desk, and tucked away in boxes are much too numerous to go through, making my super-fantastical blog ideas go lame. Because this blog is truly for them, when I come across some child’s especially luscious words while de-cluttering my personal space, I will work diligently to include them.
After all, “We write to taste life twice. In the moment and in retrospection” ~ Anais Nin. Writing reflects the mind and soul, connecting our perspective and inner self with the silent minds of others. When else can you have a conversation with someone, without uttering a spoken word?
So, here begins the process catching up on my life. Scroll down and click around for the most recent back-dated posts…hey, isn’t that an oxymoron? Attempting to halt the "tempus fugit" or "time that flies."
