I had grand intentions of getting Christmas cards ready and in the mail weeks early this year. I was going to write a lovely Christmas letter to include in the envelope to update friends and family on all things Fullerton from 2013.
Ha. I barely got my kids lunches made or the laundry done let alone get myself organized to actually write something (which also explains the lack of posting here at forgetful). I did get a few pictures mailed to some far away family MANY came back. Apparently I’ve been ignoring our address list as well. Anyone see a theme happening here?
Truth is, I’ve let a lot of things slide lately. And without good excuse, too. I’m busy, but we’re all busy. This poor blog has all but been deserted. And a year from now, when I feel like taking a trip down memory lane, I’ll be met with weeks and weeks and weeks without so much as a peep.
Part of the problem is that I instagram. A lot. So I feel like I’m posting, even though it’s somewhere else. But I want it here. I want to document the everyday here, where I can revisit and share.
I had coffee with an old friend a few weeks a ago. After a few years of not seeing one another, it felt so…right…that we were sitting there together again. Like old times. In conversation, this old friend mentioned that she hoped it wasn’t weird, but that after all this time she still checked in now and then with forgetful to see what was going on with us. I realized two things in that moment, 1) that it made me feel good that friends and family still pop by even though I barely post anything new, and 2) I’d wished I’d posted something new.
I read A LOT of blogs. I’ve seen so many, some of my favourites disappear lately, victims of Twitter and Instagram being an easier, quicker way to post snippets of our lives. Since I don’t keep a blog to sustain my family (I’m far from paid to update my little space in the internet), the only real benefit to continue writing here is personal and selfish. It’s all for me. I like looking back. I like having everything in one place. I like that we started forgetful before we were married, and we we still are, albeit less frequent.
So, if all goes well, I hope this acts as some inspiration to get documenting again. No one may ever read it – fact is, I’m always surprised that people still come back after all this time. But I’m going to try. Stay tuned in the coming weeks for a lot more of us. I hope.
Now that that’s taken care of, Merry Christmas again. I hope the magic and wonder touched every part of your day.