Emotional Support Sisters

To reuse Amelia’s metaphor, I’ve dropped the plastic balls, which includes this blog.

My slow down in posting started by me living in the moment and enjoying life and my family. I wanted to soak the good in not try to process it in words. I had the energy to participate fully in life, which made writing boring, so I didn’t write.

February came around and not blogging became a necessity. My husband and I decided that it was time to move so we can help his parents better. In the course of a month I, with some help from family, repainted all but 3 bedrooms of my house, refinished our kitchen cabinets, and moved half our stuff into a storage unit. I had nothing left to give anyone or anything after that. I was working on it from 9 in the morning to 11 at night. I had to stop cooking and baking. I stopped singing and just survived. I just barely feel like I’m getting my energy and mind back.

We have sold our home and are under contract with another one. We are buying a fixer upper in a fantastic area. That means starting next month I will once again be completely consumed by my house.

So this very plastic ball will be dropped until I can handle it again.

This is not a farewell, but a see you in a while.

Missy