>Our clan had quite the week here…. my first week of a new job, Olive’s first foray into the world of day care (a whopping hour a day for two days – but still traumatic), the hubby lost his job on Thursday for being “overqualified,” which he most certainly is, the first year molars have begun to make their loudly heralded appearance, and now I am sick, let’s all say it together, AGAIN.
And to be honest, I’m feeling a little down. My reader stats (I wish I had never signed up for those!) are down, I’ve been a terrible poster lately, I still have basically no idea what I want to write about 99% of the time, the whole freelance writing career I’ve been wanting so desperately to start feels not one iota closer… I know this is mostly the cold mixed with a jot of small blogger blues, but it still feels so present. So real and so encompassing. And I read the blogs I love – written by my friends and heroes – and I am full of admiration, affection, jealousy and hopelessness.
I need to find my voice. My voice. Is it something to be uncovered, or wrought together, or captured? And how, exactly, does one do it?