I've been MIA for a while, dealing with myriad personal issues (migraines, other health issues, a hospitalization, the death of my mom, and family things). I haven't felt like writing for a long time. My voice left me; I had nothing to say that I thought anyone wanted or needed to hear.
Lately, I've heard whisperings - could it be my voice letting me know it's still here, waiting? I hope so. I miss writing. I miss documenting the minutia of life, and not just because if I don't write it down, I forget it. Writing feels good. (Let me clarify: writing something other than software documentation or emails or data dictionaries feels good.)
Some experiences I've had over the last 6 or 7 months have shaken me silly and have made me question every assumption, every belief, every part of the foundation that I thought of as myself and my life. Scary, no question. But I'm choosing to take the good out of it. I'm choosing to take what I found, what I continue to find, and to shape it into a better, happier, more balanced me. One who has that voice again, and uses it to document all the beautiful minutia of this crazy, fun, unpredictable life.