Does is smell like stagnant blog water in here to anyone else?
I've let things sit dormant for quite awhile here. Partially because life has been too damn busy and partially because I'm not sure where I want to go with this anymore.
We started having the kids every other weekend and I realized I don't know that I really want this to be one of those blogs where the author pisses and moans about the evil ex-wife who's part of the life she knowingly signed up for. I mean, none of us expected it would be Like This, but…I don't know. I have enough trouble keeping the Drama Llama off my doorstep. I don't really need to be laying out a trail of alfalfa and inviting it in for dinner, you know? I'm just tired of talking about it and there is always. something. to. talk. about.
So, that leaves me with, what exactly, to define myself as a blogger?
In my past blogging life, I was single (mostly), depressed and stuck eating that oh-so-typical shit sandwich that your early 20s tends to serve up. Now I'm 25, I have the most amazing Other Half, two stepchildren who are SCHOOL AGED (my God), and have at least sort of figured the maturity part of life out (even if I'm still waiting for the whole career thing to catch up with that). I'm kind-of boring now, in a thankfully less whiny way.
That doesn't really get me any closer to a winning book deal based on my witty insights and my thousands of blog followers (I wish).
I think, then, instead of trying to be SOMETHING, I'll just BE.
