REASON #1. I New Year's Resolution-ed badly.
Instead of swearing off five pounds or committing to mornings at the gym, I - the pretentious writer wannabe I am - swore to write more this year. And you know what happened? I promptly went on a cleanse/gym-surge and lost five pounds.
|Ya dumb girl, that doesn't look like writing to me.|
Funny, the things I do to avoid chores. Self-imposed chores at that. But, darling e-readers, I have been writing, albeit in non-blogging ways!
|"blah, blah, blah, writing is so hard"|
And, to further justify the reason some of these paper-based murmurs haven't made it to the Internet, get a load of this gem I scribbled (very despondently, according to the sad, droopy letters) in my journal last time I obliged myself to write daily:
"I was heading to the corner Starbucks for a pick-me-up coffee to congratulate my efficiency, when a homeless man asked me for a tuna sandwich. I said I didn't have any money.
Now I can't go to Starbucks."Sometimes my daily character need not be recorded.
REASON #2. Mum's the word: It's hard to blog while keeping secrets.
There was a bit of news that was purposefully kept social media-free until the past week. I felt like a child holding on to a very solemn secret who, for fear of spilling the beans, sewed her mouth shut for weeks.
The news is this, by the way:
|This rhyme makes our relationship so linear and conventional!|
Cat's out of the bag now! I am free to ramble without guilt, once again.
REASON #3. Being newly pregnant, aside from sending me into a flurry of biologic anxiety (all was planned, discussed, etc...but to begin this strange sprouting process within my own gut is nonetheless an alien thing to behold) also made me wary that I'd inevitably become another mommy blogger.
I'd be absolutely awful at it.
As it is, so far this new stage in life (in body, really) is not much new aside from all the world around me encouraging me to eat more. I'm all backwards! (And soon to grow in all directions, am I right?!)
However, if following a pound-by-pound story told with a rosy-cheeked maternal tone is your cup of tea, this woman is the most adorable.
REASON #4. We recently moved.
More like ugh-gain.
We are still strapped into apartment living, but this time we can pretend it's the country life we crave: next door graze at least a dozen horses. Yes, we are still in a city! But nearby a stable of some sort, with pretty, rather friendly animals.
Here's a peak:
|Copyright Staci Morrison, 2014|
|This one's Ole Creepy Eye|
They like long grass, sniffing my hair, and short walks along the fence line if I dangle a carrot in front of their noses. They say hi.