I just finished this ridiculously long blog for the Relief Society page and feel utterly drained. Granted, it's 11 pm and that's way past my bedtime and this week has been exceptionally draining, yet I feel more drained then I ought to be. Through all of the confusion, doubt, fear, anger, and frustration of the past 2 weeks, Brian and I were able to sneak- yes, sneak- in a few hours of relaxation facilitated by the Entrekins (see "For Your Reading Pleasure" on the left). It was sooo good to have people over because, believe it or not, they just like us. That and they wanted to see the bird.
I have missed writing immensely. It truly purges the soul and refines your thoughts through polishing them again and again. I do keep a journal, but I plan on using this more for a platform for ideas and essays. I'm an essayist, did you know? I write on topics because I enjoy it. I've not been published other, than by me, nor have I been widely read. Also, the title is self-imposed. But there you have it. I will write here and here, in case you're interested, I guess...
Good Night!
