I don’t know what happened yesterday, but I feel more like myself than I have in ages. Ever since I became a mom, I’ve gone through some sort of psychological cocooning. I became a much, much more private person than I’ve ever been, and as a consequence of this unexpected cocooning and the stresses of the economy, work, and my transition into another phase of life (motherhood), I got… quiet. It’s not that I didn’t feel like writing anymore; I just didn’t seem to have the ability to find my voice outside of work. There’s also been so much noise. I never seem to find the quiet that I need in order to gather my thoughts, and it is jarring to me to have no time at all for real introspection. Over the last three years, I keep trying to rearrange things in my life so there’s time to live. For me, I’m not living unless I’m writing.

I don’t know if I’ve broken through a wall, but at the moment, it feels like I have. Huzzah?

Soon, I’m going to be mirroring my LJ posts on my WordPress blog. At the moment, I’m just trying to clean that junkyard up and turn it into somewhere that I can sensibly organize my thoughts.

Today’s question: what holds you back?

(Mirrored here.)