Several weeks, in fact.
The day after I wrote my last post, a person to whom I am very close encountered some serious difficulties. All I wanted to do was to help this person.
And all I wanted to write about was this person and those difficulties. And that would have overstepped the bounds of confidentiallity in about 18 different ways.
So I wrote nothing.
But things swung 'round to ok and I was beginning to think about how to get back into my plans to re-invent myself and, frankly, even wondering if I still wanted to write about it.
And then: I fell and broke a bone or two and -- maybe -- suffered a concussion. Neither my brain nor my body were up to much.
Six weeks later, I am beginning to feel reasonably well. I have started walking again, a bit gingerly and a bit slowly. I have been working with the new routines I had been trying to set up around housework, and the house does look a bit better. I haven't done anything about my clothes and I guess I won't now until after the holidays.
I did challenge myself to do something new. Nothing terribly difficult or exciting, but I do want to write about it soon.
So why did I decide to start writing this blog again? A follower -- to be honest, I think she is my only follower -- wrote to ask how I was doing.
To that lone follower, I just want to say that your kind words have spurred me on again. Thank you.
