|Jessica: "See that picture? That's OUR LIVES! Where is the ctrl-alt-del?!?"|
Without getting into great detail, the team here has been busy with personal stuff. There's work crazy, which I know we've all had at one time or another. Adulthood, the shackles of financial security and all that stuff. I haven't touched a book in over two weeks unless it was to move it from one spot to another. That saddens me because reading is my way to wind down.
Then of course there's personal life gone mad. Demands on your time, the guilt every time you say no and the involuntary twinge of regret that comes from saying yes and putting your life off one more day to help the ones you love. We all do it, but there comes a time where you have to reclaim your life, right?
When it gets to the point that you're having some strange, out-of-body movie moment, watching yourself backslide into an overwhelmed oblivion then it's too late. You've relinquished control to the crazy. I can't speak for the rest of the team, but I'm not ready to give into the sucking vortex of grown-up obligations.
Long story short, the combined life crazy around here lately has led to the blog suffering a bit. We've all gone through recent reading slumps and posts have fallen off as well. For that I'm sorry. While talking with Jessica last weekend I quipped that we were like a bunch of sorority chicks whose cycles had synced up because the collective busyness always seemed to strike at the same time.
Convincing myself that there was something worth salvaging amidst the half-finished projects, dangling conversations and emotional and organizational wreckage was the hard part. Reclaiming what's there is easier. The only way to do that is one thing at a time. It's a matter of priorities.
Obviously, life has to come first for all of us. I'm cleaning house mentally and physically in an effort to really get back on track and come back better than ever. Our readers deserve that, which is why I'm here sharing the plan with you.
Now readers, if we were in a bad Lifetime movie relationship you could just call it quits. You could say thanks for the memories, pack up your keyboards and go home to your mother. (That's what always happens in those flicks. You know it.) But I like to think we're less drama, more epic love story. I could run down a list of examples or promise to "never let go" here, but I won't.
Basically what I'm saying is that we haven't forgotten you're out there. All we ask is that you bear with us while we get back to business both in life and blogging.