I am sorry, blog. I'm sorry that I have been slack and not updated you for so long. Sorry I had forgotten that it makes me happy to write in you, marking time and work and play with small entries to look back on. Sorry that I didn't recall how satisfying it is to have a record of all the work that takes place to build towards achievements in work and home. When things become really hectic I give up, convinced that writing in you is just one more pressure I can't devote time to. And perhaps, just perhaps, I am also a little scared to admit in published form how out of control things are. I'm certain that I don't want to admit that being sick, or family drama, or multiple work pressures are really stopping me from taking the time to reflect on anything that is happening to me.
Can we let bygones be bygones and make a new start?