A Confession and a Promise

This starts like a confession: Dear Readers, it's been seven months since I last blogged. During this time, I've often thought about blogging. I've missed blogging. I've often blogged in my head, while running or driving or trying to fall asleep. It's not that I didn't want to blog. It's just that often my blog thoughts were not good thoughts. They weren't wicked or anything. They just weren't that positive or uplifting, and I really try not to be a complainer or whiner (at least in the blogosphere). After all, my life is pretty awesome despite the chaos that I work on loving. A bowl of cherries, if you will.

But seven months have passed. It's been a busy seven months, but that's no excuse to not do something that you enjoy and proves to be a healthy way to relieve stress.

So I'm back. Heck, my 11-year-old son is blogging now, and he's taught me something in his writing. It's not the number of words that count, it's the message. Shorter is often better.

So, I'm making my promise to myself official right here, right now. I'll write at least once a week. I guess that's my penance. I hope you missed me; I missed you.