11.59PM, Day 1

2014 ended in the most stressful of ways.

Hitting a cyclist while driving was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I feel like 2014 was a year of near constant setbacks and failure for me and our family. 

And that really bummed me out, to say the least. 

But talking to Jude about it, I'm slowly realising that that's not true. Setbacks, yes.

Failure, yes.

But success never comes before failure.

It's time I learn how to pick myself up from it.

I am not perfect.

Far from it.

And I don't have to be.

So I'm back here because this is what matters today.

That I am here for my little ones.

I am the memory keeper.

One day, they will ask me about their childhood. And I will have answers for them. 

Starting from today, I will write again. 

On this first day of 2015, I will be grateful.

For healthy children.

For a healthy husband.

For an able me.

For a daughter who sings and dances and laughs like no one's watching.

For a son who loves everyone.

For a husband who is devoted and loving.

For a family who loves me despite my absence.