Ok, so you know when you haven’t talked to a good friend in a long time, and you keep putting off the conversation because you want to find time for it — like, real time, time to catch up and ask questions and be all up in each other’s lives again?  And because this real time doesn’t really exist, the call keeps getting delayed, and before you know it you haven’t spoken to one of the most important people in your life because 5 minutes to just say HI I LOVE YOU doesn’t seem like enough?  Right?  Right?

Ick.  So totally what is happening with this blog.  I LOVE writing here.  I love how connected I feel to the folks I know are reading and I love taking the time to pause and be grateful each and every day.  But life kind of took off in the last month and suddenly I feel like I need to set aside that real time to really write and catch up and ask questions and be all, you know, gratitudinal.  And because this real time doesn’t really exist, the writing keeps getting delayed, and before I know it I haven’t been to this here blog I LOVE because 5 minutes to say HI I LOVE YOU just doesn’t seem like enough. 

Right.  Or wrong, rather.  Two things:

1) Real time really does exist.  It’s just about making some choices and re-shuffling and breathing more and busy-ing less.  I am aware.  I am aware.

2) 5 minutes really is enough.  All week I have been thinking of really fabulous stories to relay here — like the trip I took to my new “office” in Muir Beach last week, or my first music review getting published, or how my fellow reacted to my fully blown oatmeal-induced breakdown on Tuesday morning (short story: we were out of oatmeal, and I really wanted some oatmeal. hilarity ensues).  But in order to maintain this practice, I will not write epically every day.  (This is the part when you go, um, were you writing “epically” before?! And I say, YES JERKS, and you say, Ok, and we’re friends again and this blog is a hit!) 

In other words, 5 minutes is enough relay my gratitude.  It is.  It’s more than enough.  So my posts may not be the perfectly composed nuggets of wisdom they’ve been for the last two months (RIGHT?!) but I do intend to write daily, and sometimes they may look like this:

Goose, I am grateful that when I was feeling sad today, you knew just when to come over and try to sit on my face.  Thank you.

And then sometimes I may include a picture:

the best picture of Goose EVER.

Because it’s enough. It has to be.  It is.  I miss writing here too much for it not to be.  And you are too good of a friend to wait for real time to catch up with, well, real-time.

HI. I LOVE YOU!

Epically,

L