(this is me, right now, staring blankly into the screen, trying desperately to think of something compelling to say...with that frizzy hair, make-up running, end-of-the-day-haggard-mom-look i've got going for me)
part of it is because i feel like blogs these days have all this pressure to "say the right thing." part of it is because i've gotten so far behind and that overwhelms me. every time i sit down and crank out like 6 posts and then i'm still a year behind and i'm way too burnt out to do it again for another 6 months. and part of it is that what has become of my blog unintentionally over the last couple of years was an inspiring place where i say things that are supposed to uplift people. and i guess i am in this new chapter where sometimes i haven't wanted to be inspiring. sometimes i've just wanted to sit on my big booty and eat oreos in peace. without anyone knowing. and without explanation. and without having to remember.
remembering is hard.
whoa. i think that's kind of profound. remembering is hard. which i think really expresses where i've been the last almost two years. in a place where remembering is just hard.
but in 2015, i'm determined not to be such a Debbie Freakin Downer! i've gotta be in the present. i've gotta live and write in the present. writing is cathartic. writing is creating. writing makes me happy.
and so that's what i'm gonna do.
i just learned that you can change the date on posts - so i can post like it's November 2013....which i just did twice, actually. so that's what i'm gonna do behind the scenes so i can not leave my entire 2013/2014 unblogged...cuz allotta cool crap happened, but i don't have to worry about being all fancy with the commas and periods back there. instead, i'm going forward from today. i'm writing again.
because writing makes me happy.
here's to a happy 2015.....filled more words and xoxo's than you'll know what to do with.
side note: i've missed this.