It seems the older I get and the deeper into life, the trickier everything becomes.
But not always in a happy way.
Maybe I was always naive. Or oblivious. Or just too optimistic.
But I didn’t see this coming. I didn’t see life being like this.
It’s taken me weeks and weeks to write anything. Because every time I start writing in my head it sounds mopey. Sad. Whiny.
I don’t want to be that person.
Plus, there are so many people who have it so much worse.
But then again, there are those that have it better, I suppose.
I battle with myself: Am I allowed to analyze, stress, cry, vent?
If I want to keep this blog going – which I do – I guess I need to stop fighting myself and just hit Publish on this vague emotional release.
Maybe it will help me turn the page.
And start writing more about the hysterical way Xavi has begun galloping everywhere.
Or Carlitos’ newest tendency to sing constantly. Adele is a favorite.
You might even see a recipe for basil roasted sea bass with herb salad over quinoa and roasted fennel. That is so easy I made it THIS MORNING while getting ready for work. (To eat for lunch)
Perhaps tell you about the cleanse I am currently doing. And ask what extremes you have gone to in order to be in thinner/healthier/stronger.
I’m going to give it a try.