I’ve been lax with my postings, not having written one since Halloween. I would like to say that I didn’t have the time but the truth was I didn’t have the heart. Since my grandmother’s death in October, my juices needed to be recharged. However, I don’t think grief was the only reason because stories still raced through my head. I can’t really pinpoint why I didn’t give my blog the attention it deserved. The worst part of this whole ignoring-my-blog-thing was that I vowed when I started not to let it fall forgotten on the roadside of the super highway.
So much for that.
However, it’s a new year and a new look for my blog. Does that mean that I’m changed? No way in cyberspace. For me, midnight came on Jan. 1 and I felt that rush of emotion at the new year and the hope and promise that awaited and bittersweetness at what had been left behind. Then a couple hours after midnight [as I stayed up watching Doctor Who] the air around me felt like any other day. So this year, there will be no resolutions. I refuse to start the year trying to change who I am or making useless vows that will be forgotten by January 6.
I’m just going to keep being me. After all, I have people in my life who love me just the way I am. [Much like Mark Darcy loves Bridget Jones] Oh, I’m still going after my goals and will make them happen. But I’m not going to start exercising. I’m not giving up chocolate. I’m not going to go to church every Sunday.
If you, dear reader, have someone who loved you before Jan 1, forgot those damn resolutions because love is never wrong. Be you!
[Me as an M&M. Yes, I’m wearing UGGs on the beach.]