For one, my folks moved from New Mexico, to a town just an hour or so away from us... so that doused one of the flames that used to be part of the proverbial fire under my butt to blog.
For two: My kids are growing up. My Birdie has a real-and-for-actual gmail account that we let her get to keep in touch with her friends from our old town. The girl turns twelve in one week. This drives home the fact that I what I am blogging is not just my own story, but the stories of people who may object to being players here some day.
The Bird has not actually found this blog and trolled the archives. Yet.
I know this, because if she had? The questions would not end. Not sure how I feel about that.... wait, yes I do! Freaks me right the #@$% out!
For three: I have known for a while that I apparently have only a certain amount of writing in me. I turned my writing time toward a novel. I am now on my first re-write. Go ME!
No. You can't read it. Seriously. You don't want to. Not yet, and maybe not ever.
For four (yeah, I know... this pretend-bullet point thing is not funny or clever, but I'm gonna just go with it, LOOK! First-draft-I-don't-care!): I had gotten a pretty big calling working with children in my church congregation, and for better or for worse, it shut me down in many ways for two and a half years while I poured energy into serving. Plus, I felt awkward being real, or real-ish here on the blog, and having children find it and read it. Or parents of children reading it. Enough people in my ward knew about the blog and that was... too weird.
Then we moved, and that shut me down in some other ways.
I had some health things that scared the hell out of me, and stole some of my vitality and a year and an half of my life. I haven't really bounced back physically OR emotionally from the surgeries and subsequent recoveries. I just haven't. Can't pretend like I have. I look older, feel older... I am older.
Probably in the same way that I only have a certain amount of writing in me (it has gotten better with regular practice) I appear to have only a certain amount of social energy. I am not the same gregarious woman I was three or four years ago.
I'm...
I 'm just not. I have lost some of my resiliency.
I feel like I should apologize to someone for that.
At the same time, however... while I am no longer as ebullient, neither am I as heedless. Guess all I am saying is, I am unsure as to whether it was a fair trade; but, fair or cheat, I am trying to get a handle on what kind of a woman is left of me.
Some of what is left: Yesterday I got a big order from Amazon that still has my brains reeling and my face goggle-eyed from the pure... awesomeness? I actually don't KNOW what word encompasses the deliciousness of the three books I got. I cannot decide which book to devour first!
At least my brain still works!
