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This blog post is about feeling like I have no material to actually write one.

With a trip to Maui and a move to a new city, I still manage to feel like I have nothing to write about. Maybe I am too tired from the hectic-ness of the past month, or I am simply lazy. Who knows. But what I do know is that this makes me feel like I live a predictable, boring life. How could I possibly live a life like that after all that has happened in the last year?

Being a Mom is by no means glamorous. We all know this. But why do I see all these Mom Bloggers writing every few days if not every single day, yet I have now had a month pass with nothing? I am not very crafty, I only pretend I can cook and I really know nothing about style. So really, where does that leave me? I LOVE to write and WANT to write. I just need something to focus on. Does it come down to writing a blog of short stories? Do I force myself to get out into he world so I have random neat things happen to me? Or do I just continue to write when the mood strikes me?

I feel like I need to not be afraid anymore. Not be afraid to just write what goes through my mind. Whether my thoughts amount to only five sentences or five paragraphs, or whether I just rant on and on, I think I just need to let it all flow.  I am sure someone out there will relate to what I say no matter what it is. And that is really all that matters to me. Just one person feeling better about themselves and not feeling alone in this big world because of something I took the time to write would be amazing to me.