Poor, poor neglected blog. Where do I begin? Things have changed since the last post. I rearranged my life by 12 hours a day: I stopped working graveyard shift. After 7+ years, it was just part of who I was. Much like the Sasquatch, I was heard of, talked about, but rarely seen. Photos of me existed, were they real? No one could say for certain. Work that was incomplete at 5:00pm was mysteriously done by 8:00am. Now I'm interacting with a hundred people a day, navigating traffic, tucking my kids in at night, and sleeping while it's dark out. It's been an adjustment.
What hasn't changed is, just as for everyone, the ongoing search for the line between the fun and the practical. There are never enough hours in a day for my hobbies, my outings, my kids, my responsibilities. Of course blogging is one of those things that falls in after everything else. Easily distracted as I am, I hardly get anything done that I need to.
But something I know about myself is that writing makes me happy, and we should make time for the things that make us happy. What we are isn't always what other people reward us for; it's what we ourselves find rewarding. No one pays me to mother, to play video games, to make people laugh, to sing karaoke, to design my own jewelry, to write, but I continue to do these things because they make me happy. Even as sporadically as those things might occur.
