There's a lot to be said for being stuck in bed. It allows you to wallow in self pity, read a book, stare at the ceiling, sleep for endless hours or daydream of what things could be, would be, or should be...

I chose to grab my laptop and write. Something I used to do on a daily basis. Something I should be doing on a daily basis. Something I would normally do on a daily basis. Something I wished I could do on a daily basis.

Life took a spin in a direction I wasn't prepared for. Like getting married, looking for a new house, and starting a new career. All of the wonderful things I wouldn't trade in my lifetime. Life definitely has a way of getting incredibly busy without any acknowledgement. One day, all of a sudden, the important things that brightened your day get set aside so you can concentrate on getting what needs to be done accomplished before it's time to snuggle into your loved ones arms for the night. And how did that happen? My laptop used to sit on my lap from the time my son went to sleep until I couldn't keep my eyes open.

It's funny how everything changes in just a blink of an eye. I went from cuddling with my laptop to snuggling with my husband in front of the fireplace. Instead of waking up before the birds began to sing, I cuddle deeper into my husband's arms hoping the alarm won't go off for a few more hours. When I do crawl out of bed, I run straight to the computer, not to write, but to make sure I have paid the bills, sent out important emails, checked on work emails and looked at my calendar to see what I have scheduled for the day.

I look at my journal and tell myself that I will get to it. I just need a couple more minutes. Once, I get my new daily routine finished I look at the clock and rush to get ready for work, wake my son, feed the dog, eat breakfast, and then rush out the door without even touching my journal. I missed so many important memories before our wedding because I never found the time to write them down in my journal.

Though I wouldn't change my life, I would love to compromise with myself to make sure I don't forget my love for writing. So how do I get back to my first love? Do I use the phrase, only time will tell? No. I start now, while time is on my side. While I'm stuck in this bed.