I like to think that I am an impulsive creature, capable of turning on a dime and tossing my schedule to the winds without a care.
That is a lie.
The truth is, I am a woman who needs her routine. Who gets a bit…flustered when things get out of sync. I am, in fact, much like my three-year-old daughter in that regard.
And right now? My routine is out of whack. Between the new gig, a renewed focus on getting healthy, and a daughter who would really love to be a night owl, I am quite kerfuffled.
Writing, of course, is the thing that has fallen through the cracks. As it so often is.
I’m not making excuses. I hate it when bloggers do that. I’m just letting you know what’s been going on in the real world while this space has been sitting so helplessly blank.
But I’m getting back in the swing of things. I’m establishing a new routine. And writing here is part of it.
I’ve worked too hard, for too long, to let this all go.
For now, how about a cute kid picture?
That munchkin of mine, she’s morphed into a lovely, funny person again. A person who, thankfully, enjoys the water as much as we do. I think this grin says it all: