Coming Home

I haven’t been happy with my writing here for a while now.  Which explains my lack of posts. And I hate that.  I hate staying away because I feel like I have nothing to say.

I have talked myself into believing I everything I write here has to be important and relevant.  I have stopped writing about me, about the joys and the disappointments in my life, and only writing about big issues.

And non of that is what this blog was built on.

Welcome to my life used to be about, well, my life.

Now it’s about being angry at the asshats in the world.

And I’m not that girl.  I don’t want to be that girl. Not all the time.

That’s not to say I won’t occasionally climb up on my soapbox and put in my two cents worth, but I’m tired of feeling obligated to be relevant. 

So I’ve decided I’m going home, back to the beginning, back to writing, really writing, and in order to that I need to just be me.  Write  what you know, and I know my life.

For those of you who are here, I hope you stay.  For those that have left, I hope they come back.  To those I haven’t reached yet, I will.

On my own terms, with my own voice.

I’m coming home.