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.
I'm so glad you are back! Terribly sorry to hear about your fall, but glad to hear that you are recovering.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you blogged. You inspire me. I want to be blogging and "re-inventing" myself at 69. You make turning 70 look good. Perhaps if there were more maturing adults who are still growing and engaging in life, people wouldn't dread the aging process so much! You provide hope.
Be gentle with yourself in the days ahead, and, no matter how slow...keep putting one foot in front of there other. Reinventing awaits.