A New Goal

I've decided that two months between blogs can't truly count as giving this a try, so I'm going to try to post more often. Even if I am the only one reading these things I write. My head has been a cacophany of thoughts today. There is absolutely no order to be found. I've thought about my new excercise routine and goals and diet. I've thought about anger and what it can do to you if you let it. I've thought about friendship. I've thought about future plans. I've thought about past choice choices. I've thought about how funny it might be to read these posts later if I ever make it as a writer and what it would feel like to have other people read my words. Right now, I carve out time to write in the midst of the rest of my life. I have a full-time job. I have children. I have a husband. I have a house to clean and meals to cook and bills to pay. I am in the middle of a long and challenging dispute with an ex that is causing massive heartbreak to many people. I write here and there and when I can. I write and I daydream that someday, someone will read my books and find peace from turmoil and a place to escape when the world presses in, because that is what books have always been for me and is part of the reason I want so much to be a writer.