The other day it dawned on me that I've basically been recording the stories of my life for as long as I can remember, yet I haven't been making any time for it as of late. I didn't feel any judgement about this, I just noticed.
I do think about those words I'd like to write down, though. I think of them often.
I've been surprising myself left and right lately. Do you ever do that? Isn't it neat when you surprise yourself by doing something you never thought you could?
Birds are chirping outside, the promise of Spring I've been listening for all winter. Soon my babies will be awake. Life is good.