I missed posting on Friday. I had something half written, told myself I’d finish it later and then never did. Years ago I saw a therapist who told me, after I’d missed most of my appointment because I’d forgotten about it and then had nothing to complain about, that it was a sign that I didn’t need to see her. Maybe Friday was my ‘sign’.
I recently saw a meme somewhere with a picture of a dorky man, trumpet at the ready with a statement that Facebook is the only friendship you announce to the world that you’re leaving. If I could find it again, I’d put it here because leaving social media or taking a time out from a writing blog seems to warrant a notification of some kind or people start to send out “I’m worried about you.” messages.
Don’t be. I’m not holding a trumpet right now. I’m just empty. I will blurt when the mood strikes or something awkward happens or I feel the need to share with you the inner workings of my mind. We’re going to a major charity event on Thursday with some famous musicians and fancy food. And I’m working the Killer Nashville writer’s conference this weekend with famous murder mystery writers and lots of "I wanna be published too!!!" writers. Something is sure to happen to me or someone else that will require purging.
And, if not this weekend, there will be stories to share somewhere down the line of life. I mean, my friend walked the whole of Target with thick white hair cream sliding out from under her skirt; there will be stories I have to tell.
I’m totally going to quote this blog I read called theshitastophy.com ‘I’ve stepped away from my blog for a bit, but I am not gone. I have just pivoted.’ I am pivoting, people. Breathing and pivoting.
Because they were on my mind, I will leave you with a few pictures of us in Australia seventeen years ago - when my hair was big and the humidity made it bigger. This was long before Husband became Husband and I got better glasses. Good thing because here's a random Husband fact: Husband believes people don’t die. They just move to Australia.
Husband has issues. And not all of them are me.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me