I must admit the possibility that at the time it did not feel this way, it's perhaps just the looking back that makes it seem so.
Back then I had time to write. I wrote, I read, I commented. I also crafted, baked, gardened, taught, babysat and other things.
Today, I feel like my life has gotten BIGBIG. There's a pre-teen, a child and a toddler in my house now. They are busy. They are loud. They each have a life of their own. There are five lives in my house now. My big house, my big yard, my big van. Our trees are big, too-- and now there are four trees, instead of two. And then there's a pool...
Even our city is big. Our friends are here, there, across-over-there and our family is farfar away.
I feel a bit stretched out. A bit thin.
"Like butter spread over too much bread."
Now all my time is taken up in just being. Getting from here to there. Feed, clean up. Feed, clean up. Laundry.
I miss blogging. It was my chance to make a little mark on the world. Something that would still be here, just like this, in the morning. Not used up, not dirty-again-already, not eaten. I need that back again.
Linking up with The EO for Just Write again.