I've been gone. It's not that I've been super busy or depressed. I've just been...here. We've gone out with friends, B1 built a wall and we painted it, went to dinner and played pool at the place we met, bought new bedding and planned a mini-vacation for our anniversary in March. Work has been OK. I'm on a diet and started going back to the gym. I almost joined a community choir. I'm going to start playing the flute again instead and will start lessons up in March. I'm going downhill skiing for the first time on Monday.
But there's nothing to really report and I don't really feel inspired to make up stories or write poetry. I'm not sure if this means I'm outgrowing blogging or if I just need a jump start but I hope to figure it out soon; I don't like leaving things in an open ended way. I like to have things buttoned up, complete. Figured out.
Today feels springlike. It'll be about 50 degrees. Already there's a charge of energy, of hope, in the air. I think spring has now become my 2nd favorite season (instead of my 3rd). Perhaps it's my love of new beginnings that makes this so.
I'm wearing a sweater with flowers on it today.