Sometimes – I like to wax poetic, but what writer doesn’t?
And for a post like this, I suppose I could… I could talk about the coldness of winter – the barren branches of a once lush tree….or I could talk about the end of one year and the rising hope of change in the new year, and feel smart in my metaphorical description of my life’s recent journey.
Or I can be typical me – oversharing and to the point. 🙂 I guess I’ll just be me…
I’ve neglected my blog – and for good reason. I’ve been going through a divorce and since posting online is rather like peeing in a pool (can’t pull it back once it’s out there), I wanted to err on the side of caution and not post anything.
Anyway, the good news is that the process is nearly over and I will now be posting again on my blog (which has never been far from my thoughts). And don’t worry – despite recent events, I haven’t lost my silliness or my love of a great romantic story. 🙂
I guess I’ll wax a little poetic anyway, and finish this post with an optimistic quote (to combat that dreary winter):
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end“ – Seneca…and also Semisonic’s “closing time.” 😉