What I Missed the Most

It’s been almost two months since my last entry. I’ve had this site on and off for five years. I wasn’t sure if I was going to miss writing this time. There are times when writing here is fun and times when it feels more like a chore. In the months preceding the closing, it had become more like the latter. Each night that I went to bed without updating, I’d feel like I let someone down. Fact is, I have few readers, but I still felt like shit. Which is why I stopped.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to miss any of it. I haven’t been taking photos (except of David) and I have just begun sleeping again and my days are filled with David, work, a new small business, reading, and, of course, Jake. I figured my life was full enough.

But I did miss it.

From the day I turned ten to Freshman year in college, I kept a diary every single night. Many people asked me how I found something to write each night. I just did. I liked writing every day. It was my thing. That’s sort of how I feel about this place. I want to make sure it never goes away. Since college, I’ve attempted to keep diaries many times and it just never worked. When David was born, I promised myself (as I did when I found out I was pregnant) that I would keep a written record. I have managed to take photos every day he’s been alive (except day three) but I have three failed attempts at writing. Whatever little I’ve written here is the most I’ve written anywhere.



So I am going to keep writing. I can’t promise it will be consistently, but I am going to try hard. I won’t post photos when I don’t have them but I also won’t let that stop me from posting. I will try to write a tidbit about David each day, more for me than you, I’m putting it in a different section so if you don’t want to read it, feel free to skip it. Sometimes the David section might be longer than the main section, but not usually. Once I start taking regular photos again, I will post those too. At least that’s the plan. And we know what happens to best laid plans.

So there we are. This is the closest thing I got to my childhood diaries. And I miss writing down my ideas. I miss talking about my random thoughts. I miss sharing my emotions. I miss recording my life. The everydayness of my life.

But, mostly, I missed the bitching. So expect some whiny posts coming soon.



Thank you for sticking around.