You know how it is, when you need to do something but aren't quite sure how to do it, and you avoid it a little, and forget about it a little, and push it to the back of the shelf, the corner of your mind, but it keeps popping up, and you keep knowing you need to take care of it, but the more time that goes by the less sure you are of how to approach it, only now you know you need to because you just can't live with it hanging over your head any longer?
I seem to be operating under those circumstances on a lot of things lately. My plate is so full that I can actually only address about 1/8 of what's on it during any given day. This drives the necessity of sticking to priorities. Priorities become relative (as in, the amount of laundry that gets done is relative to what parts of the body actually must be covered, and how many days in a row a 6-year-old can wear the same shorts), and everything else gets pushed to the bottom of the list.
And that's where my blog has landed. Except that I don't like it there. And I don't want it to keep on being one of those things just hanging over my head. This space is special to me, and the time I spend here is therapeutic, so I'm pushing it back up the list, as much as I can for now.
I'm not going to worry about "catching up" on what's passed. I'll chronicle what I can, and hope that I'll do our family's story justice.
So with this post, my feet are officially wet. Consider me a blogger once again.