It’s been over a year since the pandemic descended upon the globe to wreak havoc and fear.
I don’t know about you but this year has felt like a really messed up time warp. I should clarify that I’m using messed up to remain polite, but please substitute messed with the most egregious and atrocious bad word you can think of and even that doesn’t come close to the most accurate description.
Although the pandemic has taken a major crap on our parade called life, many life happenings took place for me during this evil wormhole: a major job change, my first-born leaving the nest, and a multiyear divorce process finally realized.
Wow is the right word and somehow I am still semi-sane. It speaks to the character, strength, and resilience of women.
So, when I recently realized that the last time I wrote something for the sheer pleasure of it was several months ago, instead of getting even more down in the pandemic dumps, I reminded myself of how easy and satisfying it is to simply start writing.
Yes, just like that. I opened up my laptop not to work, or to waste precious time scrolling…
