A friend came by on my 3rd day after surgery. I watched her clean my house and we had lunch together. It will always be painful to watch someone else clean my house. I wasn’t raised to sit and watch. I was raised to help. I was raised to find something to do even if everything looked like it was done. I did it. I sat and watched and let someone else lovingly clean what I could not.
It was nice to have company. She encouraged me to start a blog with my writing. I’m sure that’s a good idea, but it’s scary and overwhelming. I want to write a book one day. Would that lead to it? Would a blog help me write a book one day?
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