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.
So far I like what I am reading, hope to see more of it in the near future. All of us need to sit back and be thankful for what we have each day, and think about our accomplishments of the day.