A couple weeks ago, I went in for a much-needed hair cut and color. I loved the ombre thing, and the length was a personal record for me, but it had all run it’s course. So, I literally returned to my roots (the color, at least), and cut off a few dead inches.
You didn’t need to know any of that.
As I was leaving the salon, my hairstylist said, “But really. Start blogging again.”
And I’ve yet to stop thinking about it.
It’s been almost a year since I last posted, abandoning this little space and all four of you lovely, loyal readers. (I’m looking at you, Immediate Family.) And even though these several months of a blogging-break have been just as needed as that date with my hair lady, I’ve really missed it.
So much has happened in the last year that truly warranted some documentation – a new baby, a new house, my SnapChat discovery – and I’m really bummed at myself for not putting it down on paper. Or Internet. Or whatever.
I thought about it a lot. I made several blog-idea lists, and created a whole bunch of notes on my phone, just waiting to be transformed into a real-live post. But then I’d realize it was Tuesday, and I hadn’t even opened WordPress on my computer, and I’d tell myself I HAVE to start blogging on a Monday. So, I’d start next Monday.
And then it was Thursday, and I was laying in peed-on sheets beside a baby with an overflowing diaper, totally deciding that it will dry soon, and I’ll change the sheets when we all wake up.
Even though today is, in fact, Monday, and I did, in fact, manage to post a blog (thanks to the Husband for being the Putter-To-Sleep Of Children), I’m not going to hold myself to that little standard anymore.
I’m not even going to worry if this post is interesting. (Well, maybe a little.)
I’m learning that things don’t have to be perfect, because, well, nothing is. And, more importantly, I’m learning to accept that (manifested by the current state of my house).
I don’t even know what I plan to write about. Babies, definitely, because they are lunatics, and lunatics make really great stories.
And probably makeup. Because I’m obsessed.
And definitely The Bachelor.
And maybe a little about The Husband, because I like him. Usually.
I don’t know. I don’t have a plan. Except that I’m doing what I want to do.
So, cheers y’all! I’m back.