I’m writing this as much out of fear as anything. I’m afraid that if I don’t write now then I might not ever write again.
I’ve written umpteen posts in my head over the last few months but somehow have failed to type any of them out. That much used expression, if you have nothing good to say then say nothing at all, has been applying to my writing, I have felt that if something wasn’t really good then it wasn’t worthy of being published, or even written.
And then I remembered this post and why it is I write. I realized that I miss blogging, most especially when I read back over old posts and am instantly transported, I love how a memory is woken in the pages of my blog, so I’m back writing. I am hoping that my blogging mojo will make an appearance before the social media police have me disciplined for false representation for having ‘Blogger’ in my profile!
It’s a bleak January evening as I type this, the fires are lit and the wind is dancing a wild tango around the house.
It has taken us weeks to get back into the swing of routine, our return from the hibernation of Christmas has been slow and begrudging. The still dark mornings and incessant rain which is only interrupted by biting cold makes me crave those slow blissful pyjama-clad days.
I have tendency to retreat during winter, far too contented in my own company to seek out others and conscious efforts have to be make to keep this in check. The call of a good book and a fire side glass of wine are hard to resist.
But Spring is coming and almost in spite of itself nature is showing us glimpses of new life. There are shoots popping up daily and our first daffodils have burst open.
The calender is starting to fill up with shows and bookings are coming in a steady stream for The Lodge (https://www.airbnb.ie/rooms/19976529 )
So it’s time to start emerging, to re-engage with the world.
I think we are ready.