Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Back to the Blog

I used to love blogging.  I'd get up early in the morning and just write.  Writing every day allowed me to deal with a raft of personal changes, from my husband's death and my daughter getting married to my first bout of breast cancer.  Throughout it all, writing was my refuge.

Then, I stopped.  I was exhausted.  I had my food blog, Lonely Gourmet, that was growing increasingly popular, mostly because I was adding to it daily.  In addition, I was writing a blog on the Austin American-Statesman's website, focusing on consumer tips.

I was also doing freelance writing, for a wide variety of websites.  I was also managing a coworking site while trying to earn a living by writing.  

All of a sudden, it all went "poof."  The coworking site changed management and I was out.  I had been working part-time with an SEO company run by a dear friend of mine.  I was doing project management, which was fabulous - anyone who knows me knows I love to tell people what to do, so this was right up my alley.  I learned so much about a field I didn't know.  Now, I'm the full-time general manager and still haven't had a stressful day yet.

Then cancer.  Yep, the breast cancer returned.  This time, it was a more aggressive type than I had 10 years earlier.  At the same time, COVID hit, so I was going through cancer treatment as COVID ran rampant.  Fortunately, I had to quarantine anyway, with the chemo eating away at my immune system.  Fortunately, it only took a year and a half to get rid of this second round, and I'm starting to build myself back up.  So I'm back.  I won't probably write every day, but I'll be writing more frequently than I have for the last year or so.  I'm just hoping I can figure out Blogger to add more than a few paragraphs.  So stay tuned!  

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