So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Pretty much one year exactly. Poor blog…gets to its first birthday and I abandon it entirely. I’m a terrible mother to my writing. Here is my humble start to rehabilitate my writing habits.
I wasn’t very well going to start posting again without at least acknowledging my blatant absence in the blogging world (there’s no real good excuse for it, honestly). Nor should I neglect a quick note about my “30 in 30” post. If you do not recall I had created a bucket list of things to do in the first year of my thirties. I learned a lot from this list – the biggest lesson being that such lists are kind of stupid. Is it good to have goals? Yes. Does it help to write them down? Of course. Am I going to feel bad because I “failed” some of the tasks I set out to do? Nah. The list changes, just like life. I did travel, picked up running again (even ran my first 5k), lost weight, switched jobs, improved the life expectancy of the plants in my care, made some great new friends, found more creative outlets, started to explore my province, and fell in love with someone who inspires me every day.
I used to think lists would help me be more organized and get my life together, like the words would invoke some sort of magical life coach fairy, but really it just used to lead to more lists and lots of frustration. It might be cheesy and overused, but I’ve always liked the saying, “Life is a journey, not a destination.” Sometimes we spend so much time planning for the future that we forget about the present. Don’t spend your life creating lists, just create memories. As you get older, they’ll be much better company than stacks of unchecked items.