Thursday, 2 December 2010

40.

It's funny how some things that were once a daily ritual become lost to you. You forget. It never happens intentionally. You just wake up one day and realise you haven't done that "something" for a long period of time. My blogging was like that.

It was never an intentional decision. It just stopped as I began a new journey. Or maybe I was just at a different intersection of my old journey and I just chose to change the direction in which I was going. But it has not all been flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants stuff, of course, even if it feels like it.

Anyway. So here I am. Writing again. The words - the typing - almost feel alien to me. Has it really been that long?! I mean, it's winter already; we've had snow (which really does mean that it's winter); it's nearly Christmas, and I'm almost "30-something" and not just 30.

The truth is, I don't really know what to blog about now. I feel a little lost and out of touch. So. While I'm thinking on that one, I shall leave you with a photograph of the snow. It's still here, a week later and the drive into work is beautiful, though a little scary.

Snow

3 comments:

  1. I feel that way a lot. As you have probably noticed if you've read me recently!
    But welcome back, however temporarily: glad to know that you are well and living through the snow storms...
    N.

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  2. Hey N - Thanks for the comment :-) I'm hoping it'll be a bit more than a temporary comeback. And yes, just made it through the snow storms!!

    TF - Thanks. Glad you like it. And thanks for the welcome back :-)

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