What’s Up

Writing feels so hard these days. I don’t know why.

It’s not about the time, it’s not about the topic since I always want to write about everything.

I miss talking about the little girl in details. I don’t know why as she grows up why I don’t talk her as detailed as when she was baby.

I want to write how she is doing many years after the first therapy done five years ago.

I want to write how daily things sometimes feel hard, but some other time, it feels like I could take care two or three more children.

I want to write some updates with about the new future living place, but, it still feels like too good to be true, although it’s already half way true. It’s really happening. How I want to babble long and wide about this.

I want to write so many things inside my head, I don’t know what stopping me.

This is why they said perfect is the enemy when it comes to writing. Sometimes you just have to write whatever and click that publish button.

Like now?