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Now What?

Now I have my blog with no real focus. What began as a work research project, transformed into an emotional release with my mom's battle with cancer and now it seems to be as lost as I am. What do I write about, parenting, health, womanhood, marriage, life in general? As a freelance writer I have so much information in my brain. There are bits and pieces about natural health, fitness and nutrition that I know, but seldom use for my own good. I am a mother of a bright, beautiful eleven year old who I swear is having mood swings. I fear womanhood is approaching and I find myself unprepared though I myself am a woman. I have been happily married for almost twelve years. We have been through the military, the Iraq war, PTSD, funerals and daily life. It has been a wild ride with so much left to share and experience. I could ramble on about how I have been mildly depressed since the loss of my mother and how alone you feel after both of your parents are gone from this earth. I could touch base on how my spirituality has been altered by life events, but I would fear to hurt others feelings or be judged for my personal beliefs. I am not quite sure where my blog will go from here. I do know however that I will not stop writing because I can't. I have written stories and journal entries since I was a young girl and it has grown into a a passionate, pure joy. There is nothing that frees my soul better than writing. A close second would be talking to my little sister, who always has a listening ear for life's ups and downs. For those who have read my blog, what would you like to read about? Let me know. Until then I wish all of my reader's a week filled with new experiences. They are their waiting for us, we often miss them because we are so distracted by routines. Take care friends!

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