a year gone by
I just noticed I have not written in over a year. Nor read a full book. Nor do any of the things I’ve used to. And that is strange because I did not realize it had been so long. It feels like the past year has been a blur in the sense that I’ve been becoming someone else. A better else. While I do want to write about those events in details, I do know one thing for sure: I am happy.
The main one is enjoying of a very healthy and fit pregnancy of a baby boy due next month. I can’t wait to see his little hands and sweet face. It is all I dream about every time I feel him move, which he does a lot. A new life is starting now, and because of it, I want to write again. But how do you get from such a long hiatus to find your space again? To find the words needed again? I do not even know what to write about but share this whole experience. But in order to do so, I need to find the line between what it’s too much and what is inspiring for others to read.
I do have some ideas of what I wish to do but it will take me some time to build that up. However, maternity leave starts this week. I am not allowed to do much except for small laundry cooking and kitchen, the rest my boyfriend finds too hard. I should be focusing on myself this month. That is what I intend to do and do all the writing I probably won’t be able to do in a while with a newborn.
So that is the plan, to find my words again and share the happiness I find in this world.