After being gone for a whole week, coming home on Mother’s Day was truely a treat. I woke up way earlier than I wanted to and let Chris sleep in so I could spend some time with Lily. They had driven to Franklin and bought me a gift card for a coffee shop that a friend said had the best coffee in Franklin so that I could go there and write after we moved. How amazingly sweet that Chris even thought of that considering all we have going on right now. I haven’t even thought abut my writing more than on a cursury note on the plane the other night since sometime in April…around when the last blog post was. I really feel like I’m in a place where I need to take some time and do some planning, I’m just not sure when I’m going to be able to or what kind of shape that will take.

I’m thinking about starting to do a form of morning pages again, possibly through this blog. That is risky because I’m putting it out there then, and I might sensor myself which defeats the purpose of the morning pages. But, then again, I don’t know that anyone actually reads this besides me, it may just be my portable journal.