My last post was titled, “Life Interrupted.” It’s been nine months since I last wrote; dear lord, that’s enough time to have a baby. So I wonder, was the title prophetic?

The “catholic” in me has been filled with guilt that I’ve been so lax. But the truth is that I allowed other things–some important and some that weren’t–to garner time that once had been set aside for writing. The good news is that I want to change! I want to get back in the saddle. 

I just discovered Blogging U., and am getting jazzed! There seems to be a lot of support. Funny, when I sought help/inspiration/encouragement, it was there for the taking. I just needed to admit I needed help. 

How ironic. Several years ago, another situation–quite a bit more serious than simply not writing regularly–prompted the same request: for help. And what happened as a result improved the quality of my life beyond anything I expected or could have imagined.

As I become firmly ensconced in my golden years, I’m just beginning to learn that seeking help isn’t an admission of weakness, but rather an opportunity to connect with others whose experience can shorten our own learning curve.  That alone gets me excited about what’s to come!