I am Hannah. A reader, a writer, a crafter, but most importantly, I’m a single mother just trying to survive. My life is crazy, to say the least. Between the baby, work, and organizing my yearly community service projects, I am stressed. Most of the time it’s good stress. Occasionally, I spend two days on the phone and a trip to the ER. On those days, I NEED self-expression. I CRAVE the release that comes along with writing. With all the insanity I forget to take care of myself. I lose myself. Writing, crafting, creating, is my relaxation. It’s my sanity.
I’ve started and stopped several blogs, none of them have stuck. It’s the same with journals and novels. For half of my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to be a writer and a farmer. Oh, I never wanted to publish my writings. I am satisfied just to write. When the words flow freely, when that THING clicks into place, and everything is right with the world. I live for that moment. That is why I write.
Typically, I keep my writings to myself. I’m very uncomfortable having my works read. I created my blog as an attempt to force myself out of my comfort zone and to cope with the insanity of life. I love my kid, but it’s taken me two hours for 15 minutes of writing. I’m eagerly awaiting nap time.