Yeah so as you can see, I don’t update this thing much anymore.

I was talking to my good friend Ali (who, incidentally, I met through blogging five years ago) during our 6th Annual Holiday Lunch yesterday, and the topic of blogging came up.  She abandoned her blog years ago because she just didn’t have anything to write about, and I realized I’d abandoned this blog because I had nothing of interest to say.  I suppose “of interest” is a relative term and loads of folks would like to hear about my life’s exploits in detail (or not), but…I kind of got tired of hearing myself “talk”, so to speak.

Most everyone I socialize with online or off has migrated to Twitter and Facebook, and there’s definitely more of an “in the moment” component to our relationships.  There’s both good and bad with that, but I also have more control over how much good and/or bad I want to be involved in.

At the risk of pissing off other bloggers, most personal blogs I’ve been reading lately have been really…annoying. They’re play-by-play accounts of what people did during the day, and the minutiae can be excruciating. I can tell you right now, no one gives a shit if I went to the dentist…unless there’s some awesome story that goes along with it. I’m rarely that lucky at the dentist. The allergy doctor, maybe.

I also told Ali that back when I was blogging all the time…I was also still employed.  You see, when I was working…I was an angry person.  If you’re new around here, I hated my job.  HATED it. It sucked the life out of me, out of my husband, and out of my marriage.  In all honesty, I’d hated every job I’ve had since 1999.  That’s really hard to write, but ’tis what ’tis.  There are people I’ve just met in the last year and they’d probably be pretty spooked if they knew how cynical and negative I used to be.

My concern was that once the anger went away…so would the snarkiness.  I’m still a smart-ass, but I no longer knock people over with my hostility.  This is good, but with that inner zen and peace comes less of a need to complain and gripe to the Internets and anyone who will read my blog.

So, there you have it.  I’ve knocked around the idea of writing more about my running, because it’s become such a huge part of my life.  In the last seven months I’ve had more than a few hiccups in my base-building and training, and have had to come to terms with the fact that…sigh…I am no longer very young.  I’m enjoying the process, though.  I’ve been able to conquer any intellectual challenge that’s come my way…physical challenges have proved tougher to master.

I told Capt. UberHusband after I left my job (13 months! Crazy!) that this was the start of a rebuilding season for me.  Turns out it’s taking more than one season.  Phase One was letting go of the anger.  Phase Two is rebuilding my personal confidence. 10 years of shitty jobs took a pretty serious toll on my psyche, and I’m starting to get back the “DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT I CAN’T DO” attitude.

Only this time, I actually believe it.

Wow. That wasn’t so hard…this writing thing.