Here I am, trying again to be consistent about this thing. I really love writing, but I haven’t been getting to it recently, partly because I don’t want to completely bear my soul, even in this small space that I don’t think many people read. It would still be on the internet, and people COULD read it if they decided to look. I don’t want to completely bear my soul because I’ve been witness to a couple of tragedies in recent months, but those aren’t my stories to tell. Writing is often how I work through problems, but what I’m working through these days is how these events have impacted MY life, and me writing about them wouldn’t be respectful of the people at the epicenter of the issues.

I’m not trying to be intentionally vague. I’ve just had big, sad things on my mind and heart lately, but I don’t want to write about them here. To write about other things feels like I’m forcing feelings I’m not feeling in order to post something anyway. And what good is that doing anybody? You don’t want to read a post full of BS.

Some non-tragic thoughts I’ve been having include social media and how to lessen its influence in my life (so I can actually pay attention to my lovely children), sitting down without saying “Oof” or making other old-person noises (something I apparently do so much that younger child has started imitating it), and the pros and cons of buying a treadmill. Get ready, folks. Here comes my newest attempt at consistency.

Sending love, as always.