Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I feel like my blog entries have been few and far between lately.  And that feeling leaks into my brain in the form of guilt mixed with OCD.
It's not guilt in the sense of "you, my loyal readers - both of you - miss me and need me desperately".  It is more like my nagging, obsessive, self demanding regular entries from myself.  And when I fail at the unrealistic hope of a daily entry, I feel guilty.

Anyway...  we've been busy.
We have soccer, yard work, housework, school, April vacation took up some time, packing, doctor appointments, exercising, cooking, shopping, working and just generally being.
Am I telling you anything that you don't know?
No.
Are you (most of you) doing the same darn thing day in and out?
Yes.
So maybe that's where I've been.  I've been entrenched in the day-to-day, in blissful routine, without deep thoughts, without controversy or drama, without anything really notable to blog about.
And that is totally ok with me.

Being too busy living life to write about it?
Priceless.

3 comments:

Gini said...

dammit - it's about time you posted.....just kidding.

I hear you on "the busy". So busy here and unless Connor or Garrin go underwear-less again....not much to say.......

How's the weight loss going?

Anonymous said...

My posts really suck when I write them out of guilt or obligation or whatever it is that makes me sit down to write when I'm not "feeling" it. Unfortunately when I "feel" it is usually at the worst time, like in the car, or the bathroom at work or something. And that's when I have to remember that being too busy to write about life is sometimes the very best thing.
Or too busy to comment about others being too busy to write about life. Hehe.

Anonymous said...

My posts really suck when I write them out of guilt or obligation or whatever it is that makes me sit down to write when I'm not "feeling" it. Unfortunately when I "feel" it is usually at the worst time, like in the car, or the bathroom at work or something. And that's when I have to remember that being too busy to write about life is sometimes the very best thing.
Or too busy to comment about others being too busy to write about life. Hehe.