If at first you don't succeed...
...try and try and try and try again. I cannot even tell you, at this point, how many versions of a diary/journal/blog I have attempted. First hand-written and then online, I have poured my heart out time and time again, only to eventually get bored with it (thank you ADHD), and stop. And a part of me really wants to go back to the hand-written version, but I know that actually picking up a notebook and a pen will be barriers to actually getting anything down. So here we are. Again. I'm on day 52 of being 50 years old, and I find myself at yet another crossroads. Now that I think of it, every time I find myself at a crossroads, this is where I end up. Writing. Probably because I process best by writing, and lord knows I need to process. This is the part where I am tempted to write a life story so anyone new can catch up, but 50 years and 52 days is a lot to account for, so I'm gonna skip that, for now at least, and let the past come up when it's a reasonable plot point. So...