For me.

Maybe one day I will start writing here again. I want to. I need to. And yet, I don't. Sometimes it is because it feels like a burden. Sometimes because I don't feel like I can write the things I really want to say. Sometimes because I'm just too damn busy. But I miss it. I still write posts in my head when something happens in my life. But that has always been me. There has always been that internal writer in there. So, maybe I will return. For a journal of my kid's childhoods. For a reminder to savor the now. For something fun to do. For me.