Must be a cold day in July … I’m blogging again.

It was a seemingly ordinary day that I decided to get back to blogging.

My car was having some issues (what else is new?), so Kim picked me up for work. Our morning conversation turned to motivation, inspiration, creativity … and writing.

My background is writing, but it’s not a skill I hone much these days, which is ironic considering I surround myself with writers. I used to love updating this blog. What conversations we all had! But then life got in the way. My schedule changed and I no longer had the time to devote to daily blogging.

And as with everything else in my life, it was all or nothing with the blog (in fact, Kim said that to me: it’s all or nothing with you, isn’t it? It totally is.). And so it goes.

And I lost my connection with you all along the way. Sure, most of us still talk in some form or another, but it’s not the same.

And since I have stopped blogging, some of you have asked me to please start again. Even if I don’t have time to write daily, I should do it once a week, or once a month even. (Colleen, this is for you).

Kim has quite the opposite predicament as me. She writes all the time. She writes so much, for work, that she has no time to write for herself.

So Kim and I (with Stacia as our witness) made a pact, over herbal tea lattes and espresso (and maybe croissants, I can neither confirm or deny). We stop talking about it and start doing it. Now.

She’s doing to write daily for the month of May. I’ve chosen to be less aggressive because writing too much is what got me in this predicament to start.

My task to myself, over the month of May, is to find my voice again. I’m not sure what I want this blog to be anymore. Do I talk about my never-ending quest to be healthy and how that fights with my desire for cheddar cheese and ice cream (not necessarily together)? Do I tell you about my job and the amazing and fun things we get to do all the time? Do I talk about my dog, my neighborhood, my shopping habit (and my credit card bill, oops)? Do I write more poetry, deep thoughts about love and life and happiness? I’m just not sure.

But wherever this journey takes us, I thank you for coming back (or joining for the first time). Life is busy and attention spans are short and I appreciate you giving me your time more than you know.

Kim, I’m blaming you for getting me addicted to writing again!