Daily Archives: August 18, 2014

There is a layer of dust on this blog that is so thick I want to stick my finger in it and write WASH ME.

I wouldn’t mention it at all, but HELLO, there was I time I wrote here 5+ days a week. And I LOVED IT. I’ve been stewing about this for weeks, and while I don’t know that I have a locked down solution, I will tell you that it is very clear to me that when I am not writing here I feel like there is this giant hole in my life sucking the energy out of it. Some of you may think that sounds completely ridiculous. Some of you get it. Regardless, it’s the truth for me.

I like writing here. Yet I am not writing here. These two things are not so harmonious, and I am not the only one who has noticed.

Things Garrett, the ever-private-doesn’t-even-have-Facebook member of our relationship has said in the past month:

“You should blog about this, don’t you think?”

“Do you want to take a picture of my dinner?”

“Are you sure, it looks really delicious?”

HA! Such a good supporter, that guy. I know he can see just how much I miss this blogging thing.

Related: I spent Sunday doing yoga and drinking champagne with one of my favorite people yesterday and of course since we are Friends From The Internet the conversation obviously had to turn to blogs at some point. We both shared a similar sentiment that lately our favorite blogs to read are the ones where you get a little everyday slice of life.

Sure, I love a good aspirational blog on occasion, or a blog with content that is going to teach me how to do something. But more often than not I find that when I make time to read the internet I want to hear how you are living:
what you are reading
what you are watching
what you are cooking for dinner
what you are storing in your freezer
what you are wearing
what you are learning
what I need to buy the next time I’m at a drugstore
what your workouts have looked like
what yoursummer goals were
And of course, marvelous things at Trader Joe’s

The good stuff, ya know? How we’re living.

The mundane. The everyday.

So anyway, all of that is to say — I need to get back on the horse here, because I’m not happy when this place is so quiet. And while I don’t know exactly what that is going to look like (though I’m sure it will include finally tying up my engagement weekend with a bow because JEEZ LOUISE that happened back in May, and I haven’t finished telling that story, I MEAN COME ON!) I think I will just take some time to write about how I’m living.

I’ve missed our chats, guys. What’s new in your neck of the woods?