It really is.
I haven't "blogged" in a couple of weeks though. Why?
It's not that I haven't had any thoughts lately. My head is FULL of thoughts. Thoughts that need to come out. That's why I write. It frees my mind. Makes room for more thoughts...
And, it's fun.
But, since the last blog I just felt... off. Every day I'd ask myself, "What should I write about?"
Work? Nah. My neighbors, cats, Mom?... I couldn't think of a topic I was really interested enough in to write even two words about.
But this morning I woke up and thought, "Gee, I'll write about blogging." I actually laid there in bed for ten or so minutes thinking about the topic. You see, writing does require SOME thought...
And then, I thought, "Well really, why HAVEN'T I blogged lately? I mean REALLY?" And I thought of my last blog.
It really got me down... really.
Why? It was a cute post about my pets. Oh yeah, my pets. My furry babies...
Barry and I don't have children. Oh, we planned on it. But, as "they" say, God smiles at your plans... He downright guffaws at mine!
We got our dog Murphy first. I researched the perfect dog to get for a family. One that's "kid friendly." In other words, a Lab. Murphy was so great, we got TWO Labs. Our Sam.
Sam and Murphy. Murphy and Sam... Like P&J or Lewis and Martin. A real team.
We even bought our first house specifically for kids... three bedrooms and two and a half baths (I HATED sharing a bathroom with my sisters when we were growing up). We picked the neighborhood (Fair Haven, N.J.) with the best school system. We built the picket fence to keep the dogs (and future children) safe (and to make the house look even cuter). We bought the Volvo wagon with tons of room to accommodate 170 pounds worth of fur and room for two cars seats to boot.
|Prettiest house on the block...|
|Fair... Fair Haven|
And our dogs were the hit of the Fair Haven. Really were. We were "that house in the neighborhood" all the ten year olds wanted to play at (remember that house from your childhood? There was always one and, for awhile, our's was it!) Our yard was full of laughter and activity as the kids would kick a soccer ball around with Murphy the "goal keeper." I bought pretzels and Tostitos and stocked the fridge with juice boxes. That lasted about a year or so... and then the kids moved on to other interests.
The yard got quiet again.
And life went on... with no children...
And, as fur babies do... Murphy and Sam were gone too. And the yard was really quiet.
And then Barry and I were gone from that sweet, quiet, house of dreams... First up to Massachusetts (where I thought we'd live the rest of our days. I SWEAR I give God a hoot!) and now back to N.J.
And now I blog.
Oh, I do other things too... but, I do love writing.
I exercise my writing muscles... and now I realize, sometimes those muscles get sore... especially the ones around the heart.
You see... my writings ARE me. Even when I just "blahg, blahg, blahg..."