The Long and the Short of it.

Times have been crappy.

[That’s the short of it]

The long of it is that Mike D and I both recently lost two very important people in our lives who we loved greatly.

Smack dab in the middle of all that loss, a close member of Mike’s family fell very ill, and we even had a sick little Eleanor Rigby on our hands.  Both are on the mend now, but man, that was scary for a minute. People, I’m an expert worrier.  You may be surprised to hear this, but I am the effing BOSS of worrying.  It’s like a special power.  That I never wanted.

And work.  So much work.  I’m grateful for it (especially that of the freelance variety), but you know, when your plate is already full and then BOOM terrible life stuff falls on top of it, you tailspin.  Obligations still have to be met, deadlines still exist, and man, the laundry doesn’t do itself.  Last chance undies much?

Why am I telling you this?  Well, for one, I want your sympathy.

For two, I feel obligated to explain the lack of creative things happening in my world.  This blog is young and wee, but I appreciate every single one of you who read this.  Friends, family, strangers and the like.  Every time I receive a comment or an email from a new reader, I literally jump out of my chair. I’m just so thrilled that anyone wants to be here with me in my wacky little corner of the internets.

It means a lot.

And I haven’t forgotten about you, blog of mine, I swear.

It has been said that bad things happen in threes.  If so, we’ve hit our quota for a while, eh?   I accept that the hard times are inevitable.  Life can’t be good all the time, or we’re not really living.  I don’t care to ride the middle through life.  And you certainly can’t experience great loss if you didn’t have great love in the first place.  Loss is really just love in disguise, yes?  I believe these are the times in life where we learn our lessons.  The really great, painful, life-changing ones.  I mean, nobody ever says “I hope you learned your lesson” after something fantastic happens, right?

Mr Mike D and I, we are riding out this wave, we’re feeling it all, and we are near the other side.  We’ve been through worse, so we got this.  And if my eyes don’t deceive me, I see a little sunshine coming our way.

I’ve got ideas brewing.  So many in fact, I’m lying awake at night attempting to untangle all the threads of ideas swirling through my head.  I turn 34 on Saturday.  THIRTY FOUR, folks.  You know that’s my number.  I’ve got plans for this year.

More sunshine stuff soon.  In fact, consider this a first date.

XoXo