Man, what a month. I had a birthday and didn’t act like a whiny bitch. I KNOW, RIGHT? I am now 38 years old and am determined to…well, not act my age or anything, but maybe hide my immaturity a bit better. Yeah…
I’m trying to think about this blog going forward. The PB thing really took the wind out of my sails, so to speak. I know it’s not ‘ruined’ but it sure feels that way. I really want to restore all the pictures and bring it back to its former glory. Don’t laugh. I am even thinking about switching to WordPress pro because it’s pretty darn neat. I use it for my actual work website and blog and it’s snazzy. I find it difficult to rationalize the expense, and I can generally rationalize most things I want to spend money on. I don’t want to quit, but I just wonder if it needs a face lift. Start a new blog or just draw a line in the sand and say I’m starting over right here?
There is always something more I want to say, one more thing to joke or whine about. I’m feeling spread thin, between teaching, working on the social media for the business and blogging for the business which gives me more stress than I like. Mostly because I have a lot of research to do before I can blog somewhat intelligently on topics that I am unfamiliar with just to get a good framework and draft set up before the rest of the technical stuff is added. We have a full client schedule now, and the Mr. is nice and busy which is encouraging. Everyday I take a moment to be thankful for the life we have now, and secretly hope that nothing changes from this exact moment in time though I know that’s not realistic in the slightest. That’s not how it works.
I’m doing a terrible ob, by the way. At everything, mostly. Dishes are never done enough, laundry is never done enough, school is never thorough enough, social media presence is for shit, blah, blah, blah. I find myself inordinately excited when I remember to pack ice water for taekwondo or if I remember to practice violin enough. I need to get back on my diet. I figure as of right now, I have two months before I screw it up with Robin’s birthday. And for all of this, I’m still grateful and happy. Is this what comes with age? Figuring out that things are good, or at least, will be?
It’s late a shit, and I’m obviously not being an adult by playing around on the computer at 0230. I will sleep and I will wake up on time and diet and do dishes and teach and go grocery shopping and go to the library and go to taekwondo and practice violin and clean out the litter box and blog and for fun and profit.