I've noticed many bloggers I used to follow are posting more sporadically and as I've repeatedly stated...me too. I will, however, give myself credit for sticking with this for as long as I have - over 3 years - which beats my former diary record by a good 2 years, 50 weeks and 4 days.
But this weekend was a wake-up call for why I should try more diligently to continue. I spent about 24 hours in the highly enjoyable company of a dear friend from long ago. A truly wonderful woman with whom I was fortunate to spend those painful junior high and high school development years. And as we talked (and talked and talked and talked) every time we tried to talk about the "good old days" I found tremendous holes in our memories. Likened to swiss cheese is my sad little brain.
We spent an hour or so spying on old high school "friends" on facebook. Hating on those who have aged better and more beautifully than us....enjoying far too much when the result appeared to be the opposite. Essentially we were reverting to our immature 15 year old selves...trying to shun the cliques who were actually shunning us. Yes RASCK you know who you were. We talked about the teenagers in our lives and the different experience they are having growing up and I found myself wishing I had been granted the opportunity at their age to blog, tweet, and facebook every possible (non)newsworthy moment and thought of my life. This of course with the caveat that I would also need to have operated with an intelligent adult level of judgment on appropriate information sharing.
While it may be impossible to recreate those teen years, the early 20's when I was beginning an adult life, and those 30's when I was growing into a fully-cooked human...I could, with some stick-to-it-ive-ness chronicle my 40's!
After all, I'm nearly halfway to 50.