How many times do people who have stepped away from their blogs used the title “Don’t Call it a Comeback?” I almost did. I also often use the term “shameless neglect” when I’ve been away, but that wouldn’t be right. I wasn’t neglecting my blog so much as I have been taking care of Mel. No, I still haven’t found a therapist, but I have been soothing and searching my soul.
Once I decided that I would not participate in either NaBloPoMo or NaNoWriMo this year, I started asking myself why. The answer was “You’re burned out and have other business to attend to.” I think it would have been better if I would have announced my hiatus then come back, but where’s the excitement in that? I decided that my birthday gift to myself would be regular blogging. So Happy Birthday to me.
I’m actually at an age where people say, “How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?” That means there are possibly women in my age group that would in fact, mind your asking. Holy tree rings, Batman!!! I’M THIRTY-SENSITIVE!
Nah. I’m 34. I really don’t care. I’ve decided that not only do I not look it, but I look better than a whole bunch of people younger than me. Feel free to disagree. I’ll disagree with your disagreement and we can all move on.
So here’s what we’re gonna do. I won’t promise you “OMG I’m back and I have great things in store and I hope we can share,” because I’ve done that…only to leave you again. So let’s just say, here’s to me finally delivering on the goods. I love you guys for sticking with me.
And by the way, if you come often and never commented, do so. You don’t even have to big up my stuff. Just let me know you’re here. Tell me I suck. Tell me you think cucumbers taste better pickled. Who’s your favorite Aunt Viv? HOLLA AT ME! I don’t bite.