It’s not a trait that has served me well over the years. I take on new projects and set out on new quests with gusto, only to abandon ship when my plan doesn’t quite pan out the way I had intended or when the going is a lot tougher than I had anticipated.
Needless to say, there’s a lot of unused exercise equipment laying around my house and unfinished manuscripts cluttering my computer hard drive. My intentions are good, and I talk a mean talk, but when it comes to action, I usually peter out before I get one foot out the door.
I’ve been quiet on here lately. I miss my blog, I miss my readers, but as is par for the course, instead of sitting down and just picking up where I left off over a month ago, I’ve been racking my brain for the perfect post to draw you in again, to convince you that I’ve been worth the wait. I’ve put so much thought into it all, but as usual, no action and the result has been a heavy heart and zero posts.
Kinda lame, right?
I haven’t been completely out of the picture of course. Those of you that follow me on Facebook or Twitter or know me in real life know that I’ve been writing my weekly special needs column with OC Moms for The Orange County Register. I hope you take the time to read them when you can, even if you don’t have a special needs child. Awareness is a precursor to acceptance and we could all use a dose of that every once in a while.
I’ve also received a new writing opportunity with OC Moms and am now the parenting blogger for the site. I write there daily with my opinions on hot topics relating to all things parenting and my experiences as a mother of two. It’s almost two weeks in and I’m loving every second, so I hope you come by and check it out if you haven’t already!
But I miss this space.
I miss this place.
And I’m pretty sure that as usual, I’ve been completely overthinking it.
So today I’m taking my best friend Heather’s advice TWICE.
This morning she called me to check in. She knows I’m desperate to get in shape but that I’m all talk. She used her vodoo magic to get me out of the house and when she saw that I was feeling overwhelmed by the mile-long trail before us, she simply said, “Start small, but start somewhere.”
And I did. I walked that mile with her by my side and when I was ready to quit she convinced me to try some squats. And tricep dips. And push ups. Which is why I’m typing this entire post with my teeth. I didn’t do a massive amount of reps and I didn’t jog or even fast walk. My job today was to show up and once I did the rest just sort of fell into place.
So I decided to take the same approach with my blog. I’m back, and I’ve missed you, and instead of worrying about the perfect post and being funny or inspiring or witty or educational (okay that last part is a huge stretch since I don’t think I’ve ever been educational on here) I’ve decided to just show up and start somewhere.