It’s easy (for me) to feel guilt or shame about NOT writing these last few months. These last few COVID filled, fear based, new-world order few months. These last few months, during which we moved and I started a new full-time job commuting back to the town we moved away from. Several of these last few months my husband and daughter were still home-based doing remote schooling, then hybrid and now full-time in-person schooling. But I still couldn’t let myself off the hook for NOT writing. For not squeezing in an hour a week to work on my my passion project or even journal much for that matter. Until a new friend and co-worker gave me permission. Permission to ease back into my writing. Not to prove anything or finish anything or get published. Simply because it brings me joy. So, I’m starting slowly (again) and biting off a bite-sized chunk I can swallow and digest during personally and seasonally busy times. This blog has always felt manageable that way. So here we are. Keyboard and screen and so much giddy joy bubbly inside me, like re-connecting with a long-lost friend. Just for me.