Once upon a time I lived for the free moments in my day where I could recap something hilarious, or disappointing, or unknown in my blog. Those days were golden. Sometimes three whole days would pass before I got to blog again and I would be itching to get online. Heaven forbid an entire week would go by before I could blog. *gasp* Would I lose loyal followers? Would I lose my status with BlogHer?
I just realized I have blogged all of 3 times in the last 8 months. If anyone is even reading this it is by sheer luck and certainly not because I have anyone left among my original audience. Oh yeah, and BlogHer dropped me like a bad habit. This is how clueless I am... I don't even know when they did that? Because not only am I not blogging these days, I also am not reading my plethora of personal e-mail.
Nonetheless, I am here now, so let me just give you a quick update.
Life is good. Work is good. Both are busy. The end.
Just kidding. No, actually, in all seriousness, life really is good and work really is good. The only problem I have these days is that I live life in fast-forward but then again, that's really the only life I have ever known.
The kids are growing like weeds. Every time I turn around they are smarter, taller, and a little more independent. Mouthy too. But hey, I know their mother, so I guess I can forgive them that.
Work? Is work. And fun. If you have never had the opportunity to wake up each day and tell yourself you are exactly where you want to be in life then you probably need to start looking for your next opportunity. Because seriously, I love where I am right now. It is by no means easy and sometimes I miss out on things that I will probably kick myself for later in life but honestly, this is what I've always dreamed of. I absolutely could not imagine life any other way.
And me? Well... I'm on the tail end of my thirties and it's been a pretty good run. I've loved who I have become more and more every single year that passes. That whole "aging" thing has been good to me.
Sometimes I think back to who I was when I first started blogging. That nervous, somewhat insecure, neurotic being that found approximately six family members/friends to boost her confidence by reading this blog on a fairly regular basis. Not that blogging turned me into who I am today but it certainly has had a part in it. A sister can't forget her roots.
I've made false promises (to myself) about blogging regularly before. So instead of promising that I am going to be here regularly I am going to promise that I will lead a very exciting life and that someday (you never know just when) I will actually get online and blog about it. So (Dad) just keep checking back in. I will do my best to get back on this bandwagon soon.