Once upon a time blogging was my outlet. It was my motivation, my accountability, my conscience, my anticipation, my support. Then came a period in my life where the axles of my world were just a little off. In time, they slipped even further until I was completely upside down and hanging on by my pinky finger. I had veered off from the path I had always thought I was supposed to take. Eventually, as time passed, I had enough strength to climb back up and find my balance. Turns out....life can’t be perfectly planned out. Who knew? 19 year old me didn’t know. Even 26 year old me hadn’t quite figured it out yet. 28 year old me no longer feels the need to plan each and every moment of life. Don’t get me wrong, I can be as neurotic as they come but...there is a balance in life. It’s tricky, often elusive and sometimes feels harder than riding a unicycle on a tightrope but it is there and you can find it. It’s a mix of hilarious moments and heart breaking sorrow, long hikes in the sun and rainy damp days, high heels and flip flops, and most importantly, broccoli and chocolate. I’ve realized the importance of appreciating your happy moments while still respecting the sad moments you had to go through to get there.
Profound eh? You heard it here first. I’m sure my first book offer if just around the corner.
After spending far too many days
stalking reading dozens of blogs from the sidelines, I’ve decided to start blogging again. About what? I’m not so sure. Healthy living? How to start over again? How to lose that last 10 lbs? How to fall in love again after the big D? How to convince people you are normal when in your mind you are randomly dancing like Elaine from Seinfeld throughout the day? How to get out of your apartment in the ghetto and buy a house? How to talk yourself into exercising when all you want to do is lie on the couch and watch cheesy reality TV?
Maybe one, Maybe all. Who knows where it shall go. I guess we’ll find out now won’t we?