Wow, it’s been close to a year since I last wrote a blog post. And you know what? That makes me sad. Like not just, oh bummer but like wow, is this really how much time has passed? Is life really passing me by (yes) and before I know it I’m going to be an old lady saying, “Where did the time go?” Yeah, I know, everyone says that. Where does the time go! Has it really been that long? It feels like just yesterday that… But I mean I’m legitimately concerned.
Life is hard. Or is it that we make it hard? No, things happen that make it hard. We lose people we love, relationships end or take a turn that leaves people feeling hurt and unwanted, we have to work when we want to play. The list goes on, right? But for so long now I’ve been saying, to myself and out loud to those who will listen, that I don’t want that to be my life anymore. I don’t want to feel like I’m drowning, like I don’t have time for the things or people I love. I don’t want to schedule in fun time. Honestly, sometimes I find myself thinking, okay, I have two hours to have fun and then I must get something else done. What is that? It’s just me, partially, yes. But it’s also that I feel like if I’m not getting something done I’m not contributing. I’m not doing my part. And things need to get done dammit! I’m also drowning. My life balance has been thrown off with job changes and not quite figuring out how to get it all in.
I lost my niece a little over 8 months ago. If you’ve followed this blog before, you may remember me talking about her several times. Like here. There are like a million other places I blogged about her but I’m too lazy to link them all. Of course I am not my sister. Stevie was not my child. She was like a child to me though. She was a big purpose in my life though. Helping her, helping my sister gave me so much purpose in my life. Was it easy? No. Was it the best thing I’ve ever done? Yes. I miss her everyday. She reminds me that life is short. As a friend said the other day, “We are living on borrowed time.” And yet, do I really live like I’m on borrowed time? Not as much as I should. Not as much as Stevie would want.
So what am I saying? I don’t know, really. Maybe I do but I haven’t written in so long that I can’t figure out how to put it all into words. I do know that I need to figure it out really soon though.