it's been a while.
a lot has happened.
a lot has changed.
i don't know why i want to start blogging again; i have missed it, but not terribly. i have stuff to say, in general, the way that people, in general, have opinions and thoughts, but i don't want to be a reviewer, mommy blogger, pop culture snark, or diarist. i don't want to make money off of my blog, i don't want anyone other than my friends to actually know who i am, i don't want to humblebrag about my kid, i don't want to gain self-respect and fulfillment by showing step-by-step instructions on how to create wedding centerpieces out of mason jars and glow sticks and dead butterflies, and i don't want to thinspire you with my weight-loss journey.
no offense if that's what you write, or what you like to read. i have pinterest boards dedicated to things like brunch recipes and wrapping-paper storage, and i never met an online diatribe about the show SCANDAL that i didn't enjoy reading, so i'm not exactly above it all. maybe it's being 36 (fuck, no idea how that happened), and married, and a mother, and mid-career (at the same job, mind you, that i had when i started this blog - fuck, no idea how that happened), and . . . just adjusting, every day, to what this life is that i both decided on and was unwittingly given.
now i am boring myself.
no one cares why anyone else has a blog.
hope you visit again.
hope i keep writing.