Because sometimes you need to start over . . .

So, I haven't done much blogging these days.
The reasons are varied, and some of the reasons aren't reasons at all.
They are excuses. Plain and simple.
And while I have let blogging get away from me, I haven't gotten away from it.
It lurks in every blue sky day.
In every amazing thing my boys say.
It haunts every take-my-breath-away moment, and asks "how would you write this . . ." in the ordinary ones.
I want to write about everything . . . and then, when I don't, I have blogging guilt.
Blogging guilt. Really? What the . . . ?
Some psychologist out there is thinking, "Hmmmmm . . ."
It's a whole new genre of pathology.
Who am I kidding? Psychologists are not reading this blog.
Enough of that.
I guess I just got to a point where I wasn't enjoying the ride. I focused on the pressure of producing something every day, or close to it. Of recording every moment. The joy ran out of it, so to speak.
But I miss the writing.
I miss it, and I feel like I've lost myself a bit without it.
And I want to enjoy the ride. Life is too short not to.
So, with . . . more realistic expectations? I will gingerly, and without rash promises ("I will blog every moment of every day for the rest of my life until my dying breath!!") reenter the blogosphere.
The thing is, I'm not content with the look here . . . and I am trying to figure out what to do about it.
In the meantime, I thought I'd try things out over here. I will keep this space too, and if I ever figure out how to make it amazing, I may be back.
I am excited about the move. I feel like I need to change a lot of things about myself and my life, and this is a symbolic shift of sorts.
Sometimes, you just need to start over . . . .