I don’t know why I stopped posting. Sure, I’ve been busy, but no busier than at any other time in my life. Did I just outgrow blogging? Did I not feel the need to express myself? I honestly can’t say, but it must have been something like that.

Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever stopped doing something that you valued, not on purpose, but it just seemed to drift away? I find it curious that I have no real reason that would explain this phenomenon.

But here I am, again, writing something. I don’t know if I’m back permanently or if I’ll be back frequently. I’m not even sure why I decided to write this post. No, I don’t have Alzheimer’s or any type of dementia. My life is more beautiful than ever, with a few aches and pains, but nothing to complain about. The flowers are blooming, the moon is glowing, I’m still traveling, and I’m still creating.

So, it doesn’t matter what happened, as long as I continue to create my life with love and gratitude.