I'm publishing my first blog after a dear old friend from high school asked if I did it. I had looked at her blog a few times and thought it was really cool and that maybe I should have one. After a thought, I told myself I didn't have time to blog, or I couldn't make mine look nice as hers was, and being sort of a lazy perfectionist, I let it go at that. I looked at her blog again today, and I read a few of her entries, and I actually felt tears coming to my eyes. It was strange. I've been a bit emotional lately, with the move to our new home, being so far from my family, and having to adjust to this new lifestyle. Anyway, not only was it so nice to see pictures of her family, it was really nice to read her thoughts and I kind of didn't feel so lonely, like I've been feeling sometimes these days. I'll admit, I've been feeling sorry for myself, and feeling guilty for doing it. It's hard to explain because I am truly happy. I have the most amazing family (including an amazing sister and brother), the two greatest children I could ever think of asking for, a wonderful, thoughtful, caring husband, some very good friends and the good fortune to have not only both my parents and in-laws, but also three of my grandparents still around (and healthy) for support. I should be on cloud nine with happiness, but some days, for some reason, it's hard. I don't exactly know what I need to do to feel better when I'm down, but I do know that I need to change my outlook. So I've decided I'm going to try the blogging thing. I guess it doesn't matter who reads it, or what people think of it, but I think it will help me organize my thoughts and feelings, and try to make sense of them. We'll see how it goes, but all ready I am feeling good about it. Thanks, Holly, you always were a good friend when we were back in high school, I think this blogging thing might be just what I need right now.
