It’s been a crazy year. We’ve moved twice…I started this blog and my business…Charlie is growing like crazy…Paul got accepted to grad school…and those are just a few of the big things making our lives hectic and awesome. In that time, I’d like to think I’ve done a lot of growing and learning…but…
I’m very ashamed of something.
I’ve forgotten about some of my oldest friends. Friends that were there for me before I ever had a boyfriend, or started worrying about how I looked. Friends who always knew how to comfort me when I’d had a bad day, and were capable of making me lose all track of time by simply being with them.
These friends are rarely pushy, and seem to know exactly what I need. Sometimes they can be pretty serious downers…but they also have the abilities to lift my spirits out of the proverbial crapper.
More importantly, however, they always have a story to tell, and their pages smell like past and warmth.
I’m embarrassed to say that, until last week, I hadn’t read a single book since early August…and before that, I hadn’t read one since April. This is embarrassing for many reasons…one of the most obvious is the header at the top of this blog.
Last week, I read this blog post. And it made me feel pretty lame. I stopped for a second and realized how much of my time I wasted on Facebook and Twitter…and felt pretty crappy about it.
Then I logged out.
I’m not going to play the “I am sooooo much cooler than all you FB sheep, and I’m deleting my account” jazz…because I use Facebook to communicate with a lot of people, and that would just be kidding myself. I’d reactivate my account within the week. I am, however, not letting my social media sit there, logged in, screaming, “Hey! Lauren! Someone liked what you said on that one person’s status! Please drop everything and come look at it!” So, like I said, I logged out…and can you believe what happened?
By golly, I read a book. A whole book. A delicious morsel of Chick-Lit that had me turning pages and forgetting to blog. And I feel better about life in general. Sitting on the internet, overloading myself with current information, tips, and opinions was filling my head with a lot of negativity and too much (gasp, too much!?) snark.
So, to my book-friends, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be better. I promise I’ll read you when Charlie and I are having cartoon-snuggle time. I promise I’ll replace some blog-reading with book-time. I’ll make as many promises as you want…will you take me back?
Who am I kidding? Of course you will.