The Case of the Missing Blogger!

Wow just when I was thinking I was going to just forget this whole blogging thing, Jill goes and writes all that stuff about me, I get teary and have a interview with myself and realize that maybe that is what has been missing in my life.

So here is my story.

Once upon a time there was a girl living in Tennessee. She had 3 little kids and a husband who worked two full times jobs (by full time I mean 60 hours a week)
She was probably the most overwhelmed she has ever been in her life. Above is a common position with all three girls sleeping on top of her. Jeff must have come home from work once and found us like this. (you can see Caroline's feet popping out but she is covered by the blankets. How sad that Sally Jane is awake and was probably awake thinking "someone take care of me!"Her days were spent making piles of diapers all day long. She felt very lonely at times, but had an amazing support system of church friends and neighbors. She really missed seeing her husband.

Then one day her friend Jill taught her about blogging. She knew Jill was a great writer so she thought it was for only this with literary skills, but Jill convinced her that it was for everyone.
This was the post that gave her the itch to want to blog herself.which by the way she is a spitting image for the American Girl doll Julie, who represents the 1970's.
And so she began blogging. It was like she lost 10 pounds a day being able to share with anyone who would listen the ideas that would fill up her head day after day.

Personalized Valentine Post

And so this girl fell in love with blogging and would often post two times a day. She said a sad farewell to Tennessee and a big hello to our Nations Capital. All along blogging kept her mind moving and not so lonely. She explored Washington D.C. and the east coast and loved sharing her experiences, again with anyone who would care to read.
blogging was more than blogging for her. It was a listening ear, it was a motivator and gave her a avenue to try to new things.
She started running and running marathons. It was a serious miracle!
She did things she never believed she could do.

And then everything started to change. She and her family had to again say goodbye, to D.C., to free trips to Europe, to her church friends, her dreamy neighborhood, her beautiful Young Women at church, national monuments and friends that were no longer friends, they were now family.

Something started to just shrivel inside her. She slowed down on blogging, she completely stopped running, gained a ton of weight, missed serving in her church and wished she could skip Sunday's and was missing her old self.
She would love to say she moved into the home of her dreams, but even as big as this girl could dream, she had never dreamed that life could be this good or have a home so beautiful!
Every day life was wonderful. The friends gathered around her. The neighbors brought plates of goodies after plates of goodies. All was seriously perfect in so many ways.Kids came from every direction and wanted to swim, play, jump, eat and just flat out love us!


Life seemed perfect, but that blogger girl was the mourning the loss of her old life, old friends and her identity as being the girl who struggled to get by. Now life was smooth and she had no idea what to do with that. She could now shop at Nordstrom but felt much more comfortable at Goodwill.

And so now 6 months later she turns 40 and reads this post below from her friend Jill (the girl on the bike) and has no idea who she is writing about, it is as if it is a stranger. What that is not me?

she had planned her blog post thanking everyone all these years for being so amazing, welcoming and loving but that she would take her blog offline and begin the rest of her life, blog free.
These past few days this blog girl wonders why she ever thought to take what created the "real" her out of her life.

And so here is to the Second Half of my Life!

Taking the time to find the new me
cutting myself some slack
not being surprised when I get a compliment
taking the time to blog
welcome the easy times of life
embrace the tough times
letting others know my feelings still get hurt
taking care of me.

Here is to another 40!!!