April 19th was my 8th anniversary of blogging. It came and went without any fuss. I didn’t schedule a post for that day, though I had intended to. But that’s the story of the blog lately: plenty of good intentions, but no posts. Most days, I’ve just been too tired and distracted to take a piece of writing all the way to a conclusion.
I’m not going to be too hard on myself about this. Though I’ve only been posting a few times per month, those posts are better than nothing. There are many things that I recorded here that I would have forgotten otherwise. I particularly like the posts about the kids. I think they will amuse me and my husband for many years to come. Maybe my kids will enjoy reading about them, too, someday.
Still, I could do so much more. I should do more. If I want my future self to have posts to read later, I need to write them now. I will try to keep that in mind over the course of the next year.