Ch-ch-chaaaaanges...

Yes, I'm aware the title is cliche. But it's the last two months in a nut shell.

The last time I wrote on this thing, Chloe wasn't even six months old. And now she's, well...She's two. And Delilah's four, starting preschool in two days.

Did I mention that we finally moved? I'm sure most of the people who read this will say "duh", but for the random blogstalker, we finally got orders out of California's armpit to the east coast.

Life has been so busy the last two years. And lately, even more so with moving and everything that comes with that. I think I just hit a lull. Why would anyone want to read anything I have to say? I've been ignoring a lot of things, and people (sorry friends). It's not even that I don't want to talk to anyone, its just that I haven't been doing anything that would even remotely warrant a text aside from the "holy cow I made this dinner and it was GREAT!"

And then, something happened.

Inspiration.

I hadn't written, really written, in I don't know, how ever many years I've been married. Here and there, nothing concrete. Then a friend passed along her book. HER BOOK. And it was good. And then another friend let me read hers. Damn. (Cough, thanks Kristy and Nina).

 And it reminded me of what I wanted to do when I sixteen. Write. So I sat down and spouted off something onto note pad, shared it with a couple friends. They said "Actually...this isn't bad." And while my story of a farmer's daughter may never reach the light of day, it's a step in the right direction. It's ten chapters further than I've written before. It's four, five, six more ideas that came along from that, that might be the ONE.

Now, I know this has nothing to do with military. Well, not really. But it still has a lot to do with everything else. Some times in life, you just get so caught up with what every one around you is doing, or growing or watching or whatever, that you don't really take the time to do what you want. I've had no one to blame but myself, and even then, maybe I don't regret it. I should have been fostering my own skills, even if just here and there, but I was watching my baby girls grow. And the grass. Well, the dirt in the desert.  But this is for me now. This is a new starting point.

Maybe tomorrow I'll write about the new base. Maybe I'll talk about an idea I'm throwing around in my head. Or maybe I'll just beat my head against the keyboard and post that. But its something.