Inspiration will return, I’m sure.
It’s almost 2017, and . . . I dated something 1997 last week. Seriously? That is the year my youngest child was born. Oh well, it’s not the first time I’ve traveled back in time when writing, it won’t be the last.
I’d like to say it’s been a great year and I am looking forward to what this next year in life will hold, but right now, tonight, I don’t care. This past year kind of sucked, with a couple small exceptions, we welcomed new little lives into our family, miracles. I have a beautiful new niece, she was an unexpected and truly miraculous blessing. My sweet cousin welcomed a new daughter into the world as well.
You know what? This isn’t working.
I truly thought if I sat here and began to write, inspiration would strike and something worthy of being read would magically appear upon the screen…
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