An Annual Tradition?

This blog began as a way to keep faraway friends and family updated on our lives as we moved and traveled and grew and changed. Sure, Facebook also served that role with easy photo uploads and quick status updates, but blogging allowed me to write. For fun. Without being paid. AND it allowed me to indulge myself in writing without worrying about what an editor was going to nitpick (like my love of sentence fragments and sarcasm). After a full day of being Mama, I could record the ideas that floated through my head all day, and the result was a little bit of my brain and a little bit of kid antic preserved to look back on with nostalgia. Writing about my life was relaxing and rewarding in a quiet, personal way.

Our life is so very different from what it was when I started this blog. Time to sit and muse? Time to reflect on the little things? As my students (and Sweet Brown) say, "Ain't nobody got time for that!" And really, I don't have time for that. With Jason STILL in Korea, I barely have time for cooking and cleaning and Jason and the dog and the kids and the bills and homework and fundraisers and the house and the yard and lesson plans and work and dance and the stupid ass toilet that is still running even though I changed all of its insides and . . . and. . . and . . . my list is long.

But I miss the writing. I miss recording myself, the kids, random thoughts, our fun times, and all of the other silly things I wrote about.  I am learning in this life that the things that are important or special to me are just as necessary as the things I must get done. I wish I could go back and read my thoughts from the beginning of this crazy lane change because I wish I could see, in writing, how far we've come and how much we've accomplished. So, I will try again. I don't want to look back again in a year and wish I had words to read.