A New Commitment to Blogging

Hello, very few readers of my blog. It’s been what, six, eight months? Yeah, sorry about that. If you’ll allow it, I’d like just a sec to explain myself.

I got stuck in this rut of feeling like I had to blog and explain our lives, every eventful thing we’ve ever done for everyone who reads this blog. And it was kind of weird, because I had decide, what was worth blogging? Everyday occurances? Big events? Life altering choices? I didn’t know. It was very hard to decide. And before I knew it, in terms of chronicling our lives I was 3, 4, 6 months behind. The kind of blog posts that I wanted to produce were past the moment by the mere passage of time. I felt like I was failing at something I really enjoyed. And so I stopped. Didn’t think much about it really, just stopped, and continued living life.

Now, fast forward to last week. A good family friend passed away—Verter was 54, he was cycling, and was hit by an 85 year old man who wasn’t looking. It was really sad. My heart breaks for his wife and children. I went to his funeral on Friday, and while his friends and family mourned his loss, they also made it abundantly clear that Verter LIVED life. He was passionate about nearly everything in his life—from his family, friend and working relationships, to the hobbies he kept up, to the way he actually lived life. It was inspirational to say the least.

Also this past week, I read some really great blog posts by friends. Jaime talked about finishing and completing some of her 26 for 26 goals. Chelsea's post about her kids and life got me through work one day. Karly, whom I’ve never met but feel like I know because I know so many people who know her, wrote the most beautiful birth story I think I’ve everread. My brave friend Crytsal has blogged every step of her IVF treatment and reading it has been so exhilarating! I'm rooting for her every day. Rachel’s events of now balancing two adorable children, Leigh’s hilariousrecounting of a Ragnar race… you get the idea. This past week was a wallop of blog posts that remind me, this is why people blog. You blog for your own self, but also for others. This is the stuff of life—if you aren’t blogging it, or scrapbooking it, or doing something with it—what are you doing? I don’t particularly cherish sentimentality, but I love love LOVE to hear stories from my parents and grandparents about life growing up, and I wish a lot of them were written down. That makes blogging worth it to me.

So, expect to see more posts. They may be a little different that before, but that’s only because I’m trying to get a rhythm and a method that work for me.

And as for the past six, or eight months? We’ve been good. I’ve not worked, and now I’m working. I’ve made new friends. Arthur got fancy and went on an international business trip, even though it was only Canada (it was French Canada and that is foreign). That’ll do for now.