You've Got Mail

 I got an email this morning that kind of rocked me.  

I slept in--lazy Saturday.  When I woke up I checked my phone as always.  Email first today.  There was a comment on my blog post from September 3rd, 2010.  It could be a bot who knows.  "Lisa said Hi, great reading your post"

I haven't gotten a comment in years.  I tapped the link wondering what post it was.  It was the post titled The Secret Life.  It was about the day my oldest....little d....started kindergarten.  

Whew.

I was done in.  I was so incredibly sad.  Why on earth had I stopped blogging?  The emotions were so raw and perfectly described that time in my life.  I went back to my most recent post.  The start of the pandemic.  Again.  Why on earth have I not documented these last two years?  I could scream.

I come back to this blog every once in a while intent on starting to regularly update.  I think that the overwhelming sense that there is too much to catch up stops me.  But what if this time I just document what's going on now and as past stories are relevant they get included.

I started this blog as a new mom.  I had no idea what life had to offer.  I didn't know I would end up with three brilliant kids who are also amazing little humans I love to be around.  I didn't know my political beliefs and world views and religion would shift and change for the better.  I didn't know I would sit on boards and task forces and work at volunteer organizations that would change my life.  Never thought I would be president of a PTO either.  *shrugs*

Here I sit as a middle aged woman with a child one year from college, another starting high school, and yet another halfway through middle school.  I've logged 20+ years of marriage and we're building a vacation home directly on the spot where the trailer I grew up in sat.  I spend several hours a week volunteering, not enough time doing laundry and dreading every meal I have to cook.  I pick floor and tile samples and second guess choices and dream of the day the house is finished.  It's been almost two years.

Seriously this time I've got to stick with the blog.  And hopefully my writing will improve because like my weak muscles it is a skill that needs exercise.  Also my 17 year old said 'I think you should start writing again I think it will be good for you.'  So there's that.

ok as i reread this i am cringing so i'll hit publish before i change my mind....