Older, wiser and not much of a blogger
Too busy is my MO. Despite trying to change it I end up saying it to myself and others far too often. This is why I don't blog, this is why I don't do a lot of things. I also find myself asking why would I write when I could paint or dance. So I've neglected this blog, among other things. I also realize I prefer art journaling to banging keys to form poorly constructed sentences. In looking back at my blog I found my 'musings' very depressive and desperate. Although I understand the time frame in which they were written and the place I found myself at that time was depressive and desperate. I am no longer in that place. It took some time in a new town, in a new state for my family and I to dig ourselves out of our hole of desperation. I also think it took a whole lot of being too busy to be with my thoughts to keep myself from diving into the depression. Depression is a tricky thing you never see it coming and once its there you wonder how you got into it. I wen...