Mrs. B has been out of the writing routine for quite some time. Apparently getting a degree via online courses are far more difficult than I imagined. The only thing left is writing the thesis, so it’s time to get back to being me.

I miss me. The writing me looks at things from a different perspective than the involved in the moment me. It’s ironic that when I write I live and embrace every moment. It is something worth sharing. Even if it doesn’t get recorded in a blog I have valued the moment to the fullest. By being an observer I am more of a participant in life.

As a writer I am more forgiving. Perhaps, it is because I know I am the world’s biggest tattle tale. If you hurt my feelings I will so tell on you. Knowing that something good, a story of course, will come out of this hurt it is easier for me to look at the situation with humor.

As I writer I laugh more; I think more; I love more and I breathe more.