The winter months were hard. Time seemed to go fast. Winter did not seem overlong, but there were various things happening that caused me so much stress even my stress had stress. It was very hard, very worrisome for me, and some stresses are ongoing. There have been chunks of my life where I have just lived, lived life. Life now, seems always to have something causing concern. Every morning I wake there is something weighing on my mind. Is this just the way it is when you are older?
After months of consistent effort, I can finally say I am writing again. I’m editing a book I’ve been writing for years. I’m not finished writing yet though. Close, maybe a few chapters left.
I am editing Molly’s fourth book, due out this spring yet.
Jacob finished and passed his EMT classes and also took nursing assistant classes and is now a certified CNA.
I’m frustrated that I feel like I have no time for digital scrapbooking. But I seem to have to pick and choose these days, and if I’m writing then I’m not scrapbooking. My goal is to become better organized, a better manger of my time, so I can do both.
I’m gathering all my photos together in one place and sorting through them. This needed to be done anyway—normal people probably would have done this in the first place—and I’m hoping it will make it easier for me to begin scrapbooking again.
I am sick over what is happening in our country. Some days I am more optimistic than others.