Two months go I swore to myself that I would write every day for the rest of this year. Two months later, that obviously has not happened. I truly need to make a more sincere effort to just sit down and write a bit each day. It's so fulfilling. Three weeks ago, the three children I fostered last winter came back into my home- quite unexpectedly. Within the first two days of them being here, both Shiva and Mangey passed away. I spent most of these last three weeks emotionally and physically drained. It's been terribly exhausting and I've just wanted to run away and hide. Alas- as a parent, unfortunately you can't do that. And I've sucked up my tears, skipped over the grieving process for my little fur babies, and strengthened up for the three littles that need me to be strong for them right now. Good energies have taken care of me, and I'm slowly beginning to feel more and more in tune with the world again. And writing has always been my therapy- so I'm here to try and be the best I can be, again.
