When writing began to become a profession, it quickly lost its luster. It became a chore – something that needed to be accomplished and completed at certain times. Deadlines are the death of creativity. Or so I thought. I ceased writing for pleasure and used it as a tool in business. Alas, the stories continue to come, and my mind hums with words accompanying experiences. I’m unsure if I’m wiser than in 2011 when “directionallyimpaired” was my blog handle. I’m certainly older, and perhaps age is directly correlated with getting comfortable telling my stories.

This is not meant to be a resurrection or a comeback. The purpose is different because I am more attuned to who I am. Writing, I’ve learned, is in my nature. It is effective in leaving breadcrumbs about myself.

So here we are—my enthusiasm renewed for this adventure. Join me in stories and conversations about parenthood, career, marriage – life.