"A great part of life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure." ~Robert Louis Stevenson
On Tuesday evening as I was leaving my hot yoga class - remind me to tell you more about this class and the healing properties of sweating through your everything later - a woman stopped me and asked if I “was that blogger?”. I did my trademark stand there/look puzzled and she said, “Heather? You moved from DC...” and I was like, oh, yeah, my name IS Heather and I DID move from DC. Then she started to say “I used to...well, I don’t really follow blogs anymore”. She wanted to say “I used to read you but I don’t anymore” which, at this point, would have been fine with me. As I would have replied, “Oh, honey, I used to read me too”.
Months ago I was having drinks with Jenny in San Francisco - another thing I managed to forget to mention - when she asked why I don’t blog anymore. This was an In Real Life face- to-face/you won’t blow up my spot-type conversation where I was able to be honest. The reasons for my absence, my lackadaisical blogging, and the dust all up in this place is nothing very exciting. The truth is that life happened. Life happened so hard and fast and rather unexpectedly that it all caught me by surprise. One minute things were fine, normal, enjoyable even then I had the wind sucked out of my sails because...LIFE...and since then I haven’t felt much like myself. I’m good at faking it. At least I think I am. There are many people who are able to write while they slog through bull shit but unfortunately, I am not one of those people. I am the contemplative type. I’ll talk about it over drinks where inflection and sarcasm are noted. Though really, what is there to say? This sucks but it could be worse? Boring.
While I let all of the stuff marinate I am officially taking a personal blogging break. If Congress wasn’t in the middle of a juicy lame duck session that involves He said, He said, I would stop blogging all together but it’s far easier to discuss the Fiscal Cliff than my personal life. The former doesn’t come with tears. I’ve also got Babble. Which, I must say, has been really fun. People have their opinions about Babble and that is on them but I have been and continue to enjoy it and all of its parenting and pregnancy and ish.
So, that’s how I am. Let’s say we meet back here in early January. Sound good? Great. Oh, if I don’t see you before hand have a very happy holiday season and here’s my favorite eggnog ever. Be careful.