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Where Do We Go From Here?

My sister wrote me and asked, "Hey... what happened to your blog?" I hadn't realized how much time had passed since I last wrote. The last I knew, I was talking about Advent and here it is... after Easter already.
Which begs the question... where do we go from here? I have so many ideas, and so little time. As much as I want to say that I haven't had time to write, or really many other excuses... to be completely honest, I was feeling overwhelmed by the writing process, then I was trying to find ways to make it less taxing, and then all of a sudden, my interest waned, and BOOM - here we are.
Initially, I was planning on being a weekly blog. Something nice and easy... but I got excited, which there is nothing wrong with. And it came that I wrote two posts a week for two weeks... FOUR POSTS! I must be getting to be awesome! Then I put it down for Christmas, and it's taken this long to even come back.
In the midst of my awesome four posts, I was taking too long to wri…
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