Jun 09, 2013 14:01
so jay asked that I start writing more regularly again
and it got me thinking, what is different about my life now that makes it so I don't feel I need to write some of it down? Have I become boring? Do I feel things with less intensity?
And I instantly blame the toddler. But, the truth is, it started (or stopped, to be more precise) before Drake came into the world. I think part of it has to do with having less alone time (which is neither a good thing, nor a bad thing). Part of it probably has to do with being generally happy. Part of it, of course, has to do with eveyone and their mother closing their accounts...
But, I want to remember better. I don't want my happy days to go undocumented. I want to be able to look back through the past few years and be reminded. Because the good days are worth remembering, too.
So I will try. I will turn on Gabba if I have to.
And I will dig deep into my memory-bank and recapture the highlites that I have failed to capture in the cloud's seeming-eternity.
I'll start by adding Drake's birth story.