Dear Blog,

Have you missed me? Let me start off by saying sorry, sorry I've neglected you. Really, by neglecting you, I have been neglecting me. It's only been brought to my attention lately that I haven't been visiting with you and sharing with you.

I know, you have heard rumors. I'm sorry I was lured over to the world of Facebook. I know, I said I wouldn't get sucked in. And, please know, I haven't given myself fully to FB. (That's "Facebook" in FB terminology.) If I had given myself fully, I would be updating my status every hour with trivial daily goings-on, like, "I just went poop," or "I'm leaving for carpool now." You get it, right?

Anyway, Blog, Facebook isn't the reason, so don't blame them.

What I share with you are things that make me smile in my life - something about the kids, some daily obscurity - or something I needed to get off my chest (something I could share with not only you, but also the whole world, without them becoming over analytical about my life). And it's been a rough year over here. I haven't seen those things that make me smile. I have had a hard time enjoying boys who are extremely naughty. I have had a hard time facing the day with no motivation. I have had a hard time without encouraging words in my life.

So, Blog, I haven't had any joy to share with you or any crazy, random thoughts because my joy is being squelched and my thoughts are dreary. I do not want to share those words with the world, knowing those words will be forever stamped into the wide world of the web.

Yet, one has to press on. You have to move forward slowly, even if it is one little inch at a time, or you are never going to get anywhere. And silly me, I know (and so does my therapist), that I find joy in writing. Thus, I will press on. I will start the day with an extra prayer, asking for joyous moments and the ability to see and acknowledging them. And then, Blog, I will share my life with you.

With Sincere Forgiveness and Remorse,

Amy
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