As I’ve done so many times before, I decided to find ten minutes dedicate to writing a post. Â It’s been a while. Â I mean, aside from yesterday’s post of course. Â But much like physical activity, building the habit of writing again is going to take time and work.
I don’t even know if blogging is where I want my writing to be anymore. Â I feel much more protective of my life and the people in it these days – plus, I’m old and my life is boring now. Â I’m 35.
Twelve years ago around this time I compared myself to a lesbian for no good reason and my mom said my “diary” was “slutty.”
Eleven years ago I went to a bachelorette party and was visited by the worst stripper in world. Â We hid in the bathroom to avoid having him grind on us.
Ten years ago I was really struggling with my depression and needing a medication adjustment. Â That was another time when I used the ten minute writing exercise to grind out a post.
Nine years ago I was in Florida at a conference when there was a British airline terror plot that disrupted air travel and led to the 3oz liquid rule we still suffer with today. Â I was really annoyed at having to pack my wide variety of lip glosses in my checked luggage.
Eight years ago I wrote about this stupid dream I had, but I also wrote one of my favorite stories on the site, about the time we put Steve the cat in the swimming pool.
Seven years ago I wrote a list of ten things other people were doing that, at the time, I thought I might never do. Â Since then I’ve accomplished 4-6 of the ten depending on how we’re counting.
Six years ago I didn’t write at all in August or September. Â 2009 was a hard year where I lost a good friend, was diagnosed with sleep apnea, wrecked my car, and indefinitely delayed starting graduate school (I’m still delayed). Â But it was also the first summer I spent with Seth, who turned out to be a keeper.
I also did not write anything in August five years ago, but there was a lot going on. Â I changed companies after nine years at the college, Seth and I moved to Charlottesville, his car spontaneously combusted, my dad had a heart attack…some of that happened in September actually but it was still pretty eventful. Â I wrote about that a little bit here.
Four years ago I was barely writing at all, but stuff was happening. Â I switched jobs again, to one I hoped was a better fit and that came with a much higher salary. Â We also bought a car and I tried roller derby for a minute. Â I bought all this stuff, skates and everything, and I’veÂ never worn the skates outside the house.
August was crazy again three years ago because Seth’s company relocated its operations, leading us to move from Charlottesville to the Nashville area. Â We were settling into a whole new place, I had a new job, and once again, stuff was eventful.
And I really don’t know what was going on two years ago in August. Â No one was moving or changing jobs. Â Facebook says I was playing a lot of board games and that things were vaguely annoying at times.
Finally, last August I was planning our wedding. Â See, I told you Seth was a keeper. Â By this time I loathed wedding planning and had become a miserable shell of myself. Â I never felt less connected to my family and friends than while I was wedding planning. Â It was the weirdest thing.
So here I am, August 2015. Â I’m very happily married to that guy I wrote about so many years ago. Â Our wedding turned out to be awesome and I’ll tell you about it sometime. Â In the meantime, August is proving once again to be quite the eventful month, with lots of changes. Â I don’t know why, but this time the upheaval got me itchy to write again. Â Let’s see if I find anything else to talk about.