{Bloggy Blues}

My favorite blogs are the ones that actually post real content. Sure, I enjoy reading what color nail polish you wore last week or what crafts you made from Pinterest (and I post those things too every now and then), but I love blogs that are real. Real emotions, real stories, what’s REALLY going on in the writer’s life. I mean, that’s why I read blogs. I want to relate to other’s stories and that’s why I decided to blog myself—maybe someone would relate to what I share. Or not, whatever.

I’ve been pretty quiet lately just because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to share about myself and my life. Who exactly AM I and what the hell am I doing? I never had time to question myself before I moved—I had work, two jobs, a wedding that took up a lot of my time (both before and afterward, lol), and a ton of friends that turned any of my spare days into happy hour plans. Now that we have moved, I find myself sitting home alone a lot. Some days I enjoy it. Before we had our internet and cable hooked up, I looked forward to coming home and watching Seinfeld DVDs and journaling. Once we had all our utilities hooked up, I was able to catch up on my shows and Netflix. I found myself reading more—one benefit to moving that I have enjoyed. Since I’m not running myself ragged all over town trying to make it to work with over an hour commute or visiting friends and family, I have DAYS to actually open a book and READ. It’s quite relaxing actually.

Moving came so easily for us, I never really questioned it. I didn’t have to. I found a job quickly—a pretty sweet gig at that. My commute went from over 2 hours a day to barely 15 minutes. I like our new house better than our old one and it’s been fun exploring our new city. It’s just something is missing. Perhaps it’s friends, perhaps I need another job to keep me busy and my funds high, or perhaps I’m just in a funky funk.

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I wrote what's above about a week ago and never posted it. After saving it and re-reading, I really was just having a bad week. This weekend made me feel SO much better. I was able to hang out with my husband, the band that played our wedding was in town so we sat and froze outside a local bar listening, we slept in a lot, and I basically shrugged off my To Do List. It was nice!

I feel a lot better about starting this week and in just TEN days I will probably have the best blog post ever. Until then, I have a few giveaways from my sponsors and some catching up to do.

What's funny is I had wanted to share one of my favorite uplifting songs in this blog post, and it was a Whitney Houston song! I had been jamming to her and Mariah all last week...very crazy about the news of her death. I'm sure the topic has been filling everyone's Readers all weekend, but dying alone in a bathtub is tragic any way you look at it.