There is very little that I do on a daily basis or even semi daily basis that is just for me. This is something that I want. Somewhere for me to write. Be creative. Not about the kids, at least not all the time. Not about the house, dog or husband. It's mine.
Welcome.
I want/seek/need to write. I need to find my voice again. Send it out there. I used to have thoughts. Imagination. Now it is blank...gone...missing in action. This is my attempt to find it again. If you build it they will come. If you open it you will fill it.
Hopefully this doesn't become a scary place of weirdness. Randomness. Or maybe that is exactly what it should be.
In eager anticipation we wait to see what will arrive. Like opening the mailbox of the unknown. What will the mail bring today?
