I haven’t been writing from the heart. Being afraid of revealing too much and loosing my privacy. Writing from the heart is what comes naturally to me so that’s why I’ve been having writer’s block. It’s a self imposed state. I can only write so much about my boring life, that is the life on the surface without dwelling any deeper. My innermost thoughts lie rampant and I am pacing in my mind unable to share any of it.
The greatest joy I get is seeing the joy on the face of my nieces. They are just magic and I’m so grateful to have time with them. This is one instance in which time is beyond precious. They are growing up in a flash and I don’t want to miss a thing.
They are essentially keeping my previously depressed self at bay and I just needed to record this in case I forget (amnesia) or am unable to tell them when they are grown up.