There’s something about how trauma grinds our minds to a halt, a standstill in the timeframe of the trauma itself. As I’m working through unpacking and reopening old wounds I’m continuously amazed at how returning to writing is healing, shocking, calming, and hard all at once. I’ve always been a writer by nature, and used it in my professional life as well. But it has been so long since I’ve cleared space for the creative ripples to just happen.

Life took over, the 9-5, raising two beautiful, insightful, and loving kids,….2 dogs, 2 cats, attempts at a few goldfish the kids won at those local fairs, dirty dishes to clean, floors to mop, so much laundry you can’t find the bottom of the piles. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but my world is coming full circle, and allowing me time and energy to refocus on myself. This isn’t going to be easy, nothing worth it ever is. Today I’m thankful that the wheels in my fibro foggy, overstimulated, shut down mode of a mind are starting to crank again. 

Now I need to figure out how to sort all this creative energy into a time appropriate slot in my inbox. So many amazing online platforms, groups that have so much invaluable information,….Working on pacing myself creatively now because once my mind starts to open up it feels like there’s no stopping it! And I do still have a full time job and family to care for; the dog doesn’t walk herself!

Sending out positive thoughts and energy to this amazing writing community. Thank you for sharing your gifts with me and for opening up space for others to join in. Loving this! Have a great weekend!

Life, Laugh, Love with everything you’ve got, while you still can! Thanks so much for stopping by. 💜✨