I ran away from you and I’m not sure what I was thinking. At first.
I feel like I went to a commune during summer vacation while all the rest of the kids went to the same camp. I’m out of the loop, but I’m back. How are you? Remember me?
Maybe I was running away from the world, but it turns out that one can only slip away for so long before we’re forced to admit we need to get back to real life. Trials and tribulations will never cease to interrupt our lives, so it’s impossible to wait for peacetime to begin living again.
Living life got in the way of blogging about it, even though I was hell bent on doing the 365 bit. I was mad at myself each day that I didn’t write because I continuously fooled myself into saying, “no, I’m really going to do it tomorrow”; only to be even more annoyed with myself and too embarrassed to reassess my 2012 writing challenge I’d made to myself.
I did reassess. But I know now that I did not fail. As a matter of fact, I kicked 2012’s ass.
Hell, I accomplished so many of my goals from last year that I didn’t have time to sit still. Not that you would know that. But you can trust me. We are friends from the good ol’ days.
I changed careers, traveled, learned, I’m happy and I’m working on a new resolution, even though I hate that concept.
Are you ready?
- I’ve decided to live more for me and less for the expectations others have of me.
It’s a fresh approach I’ve heard, I don’t know, my whole life, but never took into action. It’s a revelation that coincides with the unfortunate passing of another close relative and being caught in the waves of it’s aftermath. I wish it hadn’t taken a second painful demise to figure this out, but it turns out I’m a little behind. My teachers must’ve been right after all. Is that why my handwriting is crooked?
But I’m here. I’m a little late to the party, but ready to be the life of it. Who’s with me on this vague and exciting adventure?