Hi! I started this blog on my 42nd birthday and committed to writing for one full year. I wrote more than a year, and then I stopped. I cannot lie, when I was writing every day, I couldn’t imagine life without it, but when I quit, it seemed impossible to return.
Recently, two former students who secretly found my blog while in my class, tweeted that they missed it, the blog. I realized that I missed it, too.
Thus, on my 47th birthday (yes, I am not shy– I am closer to fifty than forty), I have decided to give it a go, once again.
For my first blog in a while, I would like to share my conversation with Carson.
Hannah and Olivia want me to blog.
I do miss it.
I know, but my back hurts.
So blog from the iPad.
I don’t have anything to say.
Sure you do.
You’re right. I could talk about my fear of yoga.
Fear of yoga?
What is your fear of yoga?
I’m afraid I will get into some pose that’s supposed to open me up, and it will literally, “Open me up.”
The fear is real! I must admit though, two of the most euphoric days of my life involve the blog.
Wait. Two euphoric days?
Involve the blog.
Not Dad or me or Lizzie or Maggie.
Um, well, yeah, those days were euphoric, but they weren’t about me.
Mom, you birthed me. That definitely was about you.
Yeah. And you and dad. And definitely dad. It started with him, hubba hubba!
Well, you started it.
I didn’t mean to start that?
Oh you didn’t. Tequila may have.
Sorry. Anyway, I just meant the blog gave me an accomplishment that was all mine.
What days then?
The day I was Freshly Pressed and my April Fools blog. I never felt so giddy in my entire life. Each time, I felt like I had accomplished something. Really accomplished something.
Maybe. I think I will shower first.
Oh good God, you are a procrastinator.
No. I am not. I am not procrastinating. I am blogging. To anyone who reads, thank you! I will try to make you laugh more than I make you cry. God Bless!