Back in the Water

 

After a long hiatus on writing, coming back to writing is like dipping my feet in the water. At first it might be cold but then it’ll get warm the longer you stay in. That’s how I felt yesterday when I was writing. I wasn’t sure where to begin, so many ideas flowing that I couldn’t decide on which one. As soon I started the first sentence the flow of words and ideas came out naturally. I missed that feeling. 

Last night when I published my post I immediately started to write down ideas for my next post. That’s how excited I was to be back after a long time of not writing. Yesterday was just a taste of what’s coming next. I want to take opportunity to write down my feelings as a mother, a wife, a woman and a human being. Sometimes I feel there is a lot of things going on and that’s when I begin to feel overwhelm because I’ve never felt that way before. That’s why I want to take this platform to talk about the issues that are a concerned to me. Until now, I’m not sure how often I’ll write because of my son but I’ll try to post at least three times a month. 

Mondays were usually the days that I dreaded because it was the start of a new week and went back to work to a job that didn’t bring me joy. However, ever since I quit my my job back in October that feeling  disappeared. Now I see Mondays as a new chance to start over and a time to set new goals for the week, in other words to start fresh. This morning I woke up with a different kind of energy; an energy to make something for myself. I took my son to the park near the house for a walk. Since his birth I have been afraid to take him out by myself. It’s more than just catching COVID, and it’s more of the fear something might happen to us. I guess I watch too much television. This walk was both beneficial for the both us, we need to get out more often at least to the parks.  I don’t know what happen over the weekend that made me feel this way, but I’m glad that it did. 

Well I hope I keep this energy. I want to continue to explore and express myself more. 


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