You read that right.
I have been mad at myself for the better part of three years.
That's a long time huh? Usually when one gets mad at themself and doesn't develop some life-destroying addition to something, they usually get over it much faster.
Three years.
Do you know what happened approximately three years ago?
Approximately three years ago I went to work for the aquatic company.
You remember right?
The job of pain and suffering?
Where I was made to poke small children with sharp objects and light cats on fire?? Ok, maybe I'm exagerating a little. But that was what it felt like there.
And while many good things came from that job...
Ok, not many.
Two.
First of all I became forever friends with Linda whom I love and adore and wish I could adopt.
And secondly, I got the job I have now.
That's all.
The amount of horrible and unpleasant things that happened as a result of that job are too many to name. But, one of them, and the core reason I have been mad at myself is that I stopped writing.
I stopped blogging and really when that happened, I stopped writing.
A lot of stuff happened and while I truly believe that when you love something you make time for it, I didn't.
I broke my foot, bought a house, let my brother move in, got a new job, started trying to cook things, my girls got older and started staying up later, I tried to spend more time with my friends.
A lot happened.
Life happened.
But because Life happened and because I allowed it to get in the way of my writing, I feel like a distant cousin to my writing instead of a twin.
And now I want to get my twin back.
So I took a step, a step I am hoping will help me with that.
I got a laptop.
Wait, let me rephrase.
I got a really good deal on a laptop.
And I am hoping, now that I can lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the floor while my wifi connects me to the rest of the cyber world, I will write.
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