I haven't been.
Long stretches of time are not to be found hanging on trees, so I have to hunt for them. But there are a lot of things that I need that time to pursue with intention, like friendships that need upkeep with emails and phone calls, books to read, an almost-one-year-old little boy who needs some real attention (and not just my distracted presence,) kitchen projects that require slightly more ambition than pasta, etc. I'm hoping to pick up iconography again, at least for long enough to start and finish an icon of St. Matthew for my husband, who has been waiting so patiently for three years. All of this with less energy to spread around, due to pregnancy #2 (which is going fine.)
And telling you what I think in this public fashion is not on the top of my list right now. I miss it, and I think when I look back, I might be sad that there's not much of a record of this time in my life, but then again maybe I won't. I write little nuggets in my pretty planner from the National Gallery (mostly about my son,) and perhaps flipping through that will spark my memory. It won't be as thorough a record of my dreams and thoughts as you might find on some stretches of this blog, but that's okay. Some of my dreams and thoughts are just in there too deep for me to dig out for display to all.