I think one of the reasons I've stopped blogging as often is that I'm really rather disgustingly happy with my life. It's great for me, but it doesn't exactly make for scintillating blog fodder. To quote Tolstoy, "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
My husband and I are coming up on our fifteenth anniversary late this year. Despite some minor chore imbalances around the house, we experience very few conflicts. He's considerate and thoughtful, loves the cats and worries when I'm over-scheduling myself. I am inspired by his ability to pick up interests and study them until he becomes a self-taught expert.
We've finally lived in our house long enough that it's almost the way I want it.
My job is wonderful. I get to do work suited to my talents and personality that I really enjoy, and see minute-by-minute results.
I'm mature enough to be comfortable in my own skin...even when it encloses a couple dozen extra pounds that I haven't gotten around to addressing. I know who I am and what I stand for.
I have an almost unbelievable number of friends. Not only do I keep in touch with old friends clear back to elementary school, I'm constantly meeting new people who enrich my life in ways I would never have anticipated.
I haven't even mentioned the little joys of life: cats, coffee, books, movies, favorite TV shows, yoga, ice cream and too many other things to enumerate.
When I don't post, it's largely because I'm spending my time living this life and appreciating every moment of it.
That said, I'm looking forward to having some fun posts next week, complete with photos. See you then!