Returning to blogging is like coming home. A place where you are welcome, people like you and, are genuinely interested in what you have to say.
The last two months have been a whirlwind of new experiences, change and like being a preschool child doing a puzzle; trying to make all the pieces fit.
I finally realised that sometimes, well, they just don’t. There are many pieces of my life that just do not belong anywhere and like a puzzle with missing pieces, unfinished. Nagging at me with its unrequited completion. I don’t know what to do about that but I will tell you this. Today, I am fine with that.
Since this little human has come into my life, I am experiencing things in a different light. A new perspective.
It’s like therapy for the heart and mind. The question arises in every conversation; how has becoming a grandmother affected me? How has it made me feel? Has it challenged the way I look at myself; as a woman? A mother? A partner?
Look for yourself!
The becoming is not a choice. I have embraced it. So, it seems, has everyone else.