It's about lunchtime. I'm laying on my bed, sans sheets (they're in the wash), reading blogs and eating the Nerds that The Writer stashed in my purse for a movie last night.
All this to say, remember how I loved blogging? I do.
I stopped blogging for two reasons: 1) the storyline of my last blog ended and 2) blogging and keeping up with all of the blogs that I followed became extremely time consuming, so much so that it was hard to find anything to blog about other than blogs.
I suppose that both problems were of my own making. First, I let my writing and life revolve around someone who didn't really belong in either. I sometimes wonder if the blogs of my mil-wife/girlfriend friends affected the length of my last relationship. Reading their stories filled me with a sense of destiny, even responsibility, to follow a certain life path because of the vocational choice that someone else had made.
That is not who I am.
I have been tentative in my return to the blog-o-sphere, but the itch to write has not gone away. Perhaps it will be a tool of self-evaluation this time around. While I love The Writer deeply and see our paths continuing in the same direction indefinitely, I need to retain a grasp on my own self and my dreams.
Adventures are on their way, I can feel it!
So, if you happen to stumble upon my blog, feel free to follow and comment all you want. But know this, it's about me and that's ok.