I've been feeling a little bit guilty lately. A little bit guilty, and a tad bit not myself.
When I look back over the things I've written over the last two months, I realize two things.
1. I haven't been posting about our family, especially the kids, much at all.
I feel guilty because many of you come here for just that. You've invested yourselves in this little cast of characters, and where the heck are they?
We're all still here. The problem is, I haven't been too invested in this cast of characters, the ones whose lives I choose to chronicle. I haven't been myself lately, spending too much time cranky and grumbling.
Since the last day of 2010, when I took the final picture for my 3(six)5 Project, I can count on two hands how many days I've gotten out the camera. In a way, I think that might be part of the problem. The beauty of the 3(six)5 Project was that it forced me to take a lens to my own life and to focus on the beauty around me, even when I didn't particularly see it or feel it. And yet, every day I was able to find something worth capturing and remembering.
It feels like January, February, and now March have passed me by. I don't believe you need to document every single moment for it to mean something, but in not documenting one single moment, I feel like I haven't found any meaning in our daily lives. Our boring, normal, yet truly wondrous and extraordinary lives.
Spring is creeping in. The birds are back and our first daffodils bloomed today. It's time for me to check back in to my own life. It's time to take off the lens cap and take a good look around.
In the immortal words of Ferris Bueller:
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it."
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero."
Okay, I'll stop now. Nothing like a little soul-searching and Brat Pack theology to make a girl feel better.