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Release - Writing Workshop

When I left my old life in Ireland, I left much more than just my country.  I left my job, my independence and my individuality in order to be a SAHM (Stay At Home Mother).  I suppose I didn't quite realize how much I was leaving behind.  To leave yourself bereft of your friends, relatives and earning capacity is a big thing.  I never even considered it.  I was excited and happy about getting married, learning a new language, new customs and a new culture.  I had many experiences, some negative but mostly positive.  My writing, which had begun in earnest, took a back seat.  I concentrated for about a dozen years on giving birth to my children and bringing them up.

Then I acquired a laptop.  Now I could write again.  The kids were all in school, giving me a little time.  The internet came into my life.  This has been the most liberating experience.

I am now in regular touch with most of my friends - some of the old ones and most of the more recent ones.  I've developed the habit of blogging.  I've got my writing back on track and I'm trying to get back to where I was before.  I am in touch with a lot of the stuff going on back home.  I have become friends with other bloggers and added a whole new dimension to my life.  The borders of the country where I live have melted away and even the walls of my house where I sometimes felt incarcerated - I am back in the world again.  It feels wonderful.

Yes, the internet has its' disadvantages.  One has to keep guard on how it eats one's time.  We have to strive for the balance between the everyday world and the greater world outside.  But for me, the world wide web has released me from a narrow, confined existence and opened up the world to me!

Writing practise is always good.  For the past several weeks I have been participating in the Writer’s Workshop over at Sleep  is for the Weak authored by Josie George.  The fifth prompt for this week (Week 33#) was ‘Release’ and this was the one which inspired me

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