Forgive me for not being on my blogging game lately. My days are full from start to finish.
I wake up between 5:30-5:45, catch a bus downtown with K by 7, drop her off at school at 7:30, and I'm at my desk by 7:45. Then, it's go go go until 4:45 when I leave, fetch the kiddo, and get back on the bus to come home. By the time we've had dinner and get K bathed and in bed, it's sometimes close to 8 pm. And, frankly, the last thing I want to do at that hour is write.
The last thing I can do then is write. My mind has become a full slate at that point, incapable of clearing the way for new information -- or at least incapable of putting that new information into words.
Even though I miss it. I mean, I'm writing this now. But I miss writing real, thoughtful, meaningful posts. I miss writing about topics I care about and that interest me. Not just about infertility and adoption, but women's health, life, and other stories I enjoy sharing.
Someday, it will come back to me. I hope. Until then, I open a new post in Blogger every few days. I sit and stare at the blank page for a moment. And then, I close the window with not even a draft to save.