"Just do what must be done. This may not be happiness, but it is greatness."George Bernard Shaw

It has been 3 years already, I have left my writing.  Where was I, what wonderful and exciting thing did I do?  What happened?

I look back and all I see is nothing? going on life like millions of others, I am looking to make I living, raising my children, helping my husband, paying my bills.  Running after the rabbit.

Then I look up and 3 years has gone by...

I would love to say that I have been involve with some great causes, that I wrote my biography,  that I took on ceramic and I am having my own shows... but no... nothing that grand.
I have been helping my daughter who suffers from severe anxiety and compulsive disorder. Working 12 to 15 hours a day trying to compensate the income my husband lost like some many others.
Caring for my mother in law who is diagnose with Alzheimer.

So no I did not created anything, wrote the next great novel or win anything... like millions of us I have with my family survived.  I say survive because I forgot to live...

I know you will understand and forgive me my long absence.