While I was away...

First I want to apologize for any alarm I caused.  The people who know and love me best immediately called, texted, inquired.  Are you OK?  It seemed like I had sent up the ultimate smoke signal of distress.

I didn't mean to be so melodramatic (but I did appreciate the concern).  I needed to step back.  I needed to focus.

Am I the only person who has identity and other kinds of crises (real or imagined) on a regular basis?

Because I do.

I didn't know what I wanted to do, just that what I was doing wasn't working.  I decided to take a break from blogging and felt a little relieved.  I asked myself when I would go back to it.  Why did I need a break?  What was the deal anyway? Then I told myself to relax.  I didn't have to answer any of those questions.

So I didn't.

Am I the only person who has full conversations with myself?

Because I do.

I didn't ever think I would abandon my blog really and truly.  I love writing too much (and it's such a lovely outlet for a little catharsis or narcissism or both).

Yesterday Marianne called me and asked, "Do you need me to take over some of your responsibilities so you can have enough time to blog?"  (Yes, the mother of six.  The homeschooler of four.  The bishop's wife. She doesn't have anything going on.  I think I'll have her do some of my work--no really, I would if I could.) I decided to dust off the old laptop.

So am I a better and wiser person now, after my hiatus?  Probably not.

But I am happy to be blogging again.