The Diary of Sacred Stories of Stacy Duplease of Stories by Stacy

THE RAMBLINGS OF A STAY-HOME WIFE, WRITER, COFFEE LOVER, AND AVID READER
This is a New Year. More importantly, it’s the start of a new decade.

I’ve always thought of the New Year as a new beginning. It’s a clean slate I get to choose how to color and fill. Therefore, I’m usually excited about the chance of a New Year. Granted, I believe that a new year and a new beginning can be any date we so choose and at any time we choose.

For some reason, this year, it’s different.

And I’m not entirely sure why.

I feel lost in some ways. Found in others.

Maybe the stress of moving to Las Vegas has finally caught up with me.

Or, it could be something else.

I can’t remember feeling this way about a New Year in… Well, forever. New Year has always been good to me. I like the concept of a new beginning.

Why is it different this year?

Again, I’m not sure.

Maybe I just need a break. Or some air. I’ve been cooped up in the house for three days now.

But, I do know this much. I’m taking a break from fiction writing. No more novels for a while. (Dear Lord, that means I need new business cards again. Hopefully my husband won’t kill me. Lol.)

I also know this. I need to return to my first love. It’s that of journaling or journal keeping, or diajouring as I call it (a combination of journaling and diary writing). When all else seems out of whack, my journal helps me to get it together—personally and professionally.

Do you ever feel all over the place? Lost? Out of sorts? Tell me about it, please. Send me an email to:

stacyduplease@storiesbystacy.com

Or, attach a comment at the end of this blog post.

Thanks! Have a good day. Talk with you tomorrow.


By Stacy Duplease
of Stories by Stacy, LLC