Poohsden has been neglected and forgotten in 2018.  The space languished in silence and I spent most of the year  neglecting the voices in my head. I “marched” on and on silencing the voices. There is a reason for that and it took me 12 months to gather the courage to put it into words.

Regrets aren’t really my thing but every time I think about the Poohsden I am filled with regrets. Will 2019 be the year I turn things around and spend more time here? I wish. And to do that, I need to get over my fear. Yes, my own blog scares me.

There are stories I want to share, pictures to show and questions to ask and yet I ignore writing them out here. There is a reason and I am not afraid to admit it.

I worry about the judgements people who read my blog will make. Most of my readers know parts of me. Many have known me decades ago and a few know me only virtually. They have imagined me and developed a version of the life I should lead. I am a disappointment to all of them because I lead my life in my own way. I do not want Poohsden to be a place where I justify my life or explain why I do what I do. Answering questions on how I find time to blog and not do “other” things is really not what I want to do.

Will I ever be brave enough to share my stories here? 2019 should tell.