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Coming out of hiding

Jill and I at the reunion
I was attending my high school reunion and a former classmate approached me. "Why aren't you writing the blog anymore? I want you to know how much you helped me when I needed it most. You need to start it again."

She actually liked the blog long before she realized I was the one writing it.

I explained to her, that sometimes life gets in the way.

Shortly after my last post,  I took a job as a personal assistant for a CEO. It was demanding and they became my sixth and most demanding child. The money was good, but the stress was greater. When your kids  beg you to quit because they miss spending time with you, well, that's the signal things need to change. So, I quit after my third year.

Three years ago, #1 started middle school and  two years ago, #2 entered middle school.
That journey is worthy of a post all it's own.

Add school, sports, scouts, music, gardening and other activities to the mix, and life became an overwhelmed fury; constantly running from place to place with my head barely attached.

 Any writer feels humbled when someone appreciates their story. Sometimes all  that is needed to get back on track is a little nudge and some encouragement. So, thank you Jill, for taking the time to tell me that what I share matters.

And with that, the blog returns.
Stay tuned....


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