300 times I've sat down here to write.
And as much as I want to point out, "hey... I've shared a lot of my life here," there's even more than I haven't.
Like how every time I open up this page I'm stuck.
I'll write later I tell myself and x out of the page.
I sit and think how maybe I have writer's block. Why can't I write something that flows together, not a bunch of ramblings that mean nothing to me.
I've been reading and thinking a lot. Maybe too much thinking. And maybe too much reading looking for an answer.
Live your life and you'll have something to write about, I've read.
But a lot has happened in my life lately. Jude turned one, and started walking. Jack started preschool, and our six-year wedding anniversary is in a week, a day after Jack's 5th birthday. I photographed my last wedding of the season and I've rejoined facebook (gasp). I'm throwing a double birthday party next weekend for the boys and I've been staring too long at pinterest.
But is that really living? Things that come yearly that must be addressed? I think you can float through life if you want to. I think you can float through life if you don't want to.
Maybe that's what I've been doing... floating.