So, for those of you who know me (or who follow my blog or are f/b friends
with me), this last weekend was the Garage Sale of the Century. We went through
and cleaned house top to bottom, clearing out kids toys and clothes and puzzles,
games, you name it. We did a tremendous job of getting rid of anything we
hadn't used in the last couple years. It was a raging success.
However, my phone decided to go on the fritz right when we got about neck deep in the garage sale cleaning project. I mean there was no internet, no email, nothing. Not a very smartphone.
BUT, I've been hopping. Madly. Here there and everywhere. So even though I didn't get a chance to log in like I have every day since January 2012, I missed it. I missed all of you. I had many funny moments where I went... shoot, that would have been a great blog post.
So what is the beauty of not logging in ? I mean, there are real consequences here. I know that because I didn't log in, I have to start over from day one. And I missed THREE WHOLE DAYS of logging. Not one or just two, but three. Enough that my friends were notified and many of you stepped up and were concerned. Thank you for that.
Wait... I get a chance to start over? To gear back up and get excited again? To not see the loss of days but the gain of opportunity?
I'm thinking that's the beauty. Right there. Where second chances are born. And new days are always dawning. And friends step up to remind you when you've fallen off the wagon.
However, my phone decided to go on the fritz right when we got about neck deep in the garage sale cleaning project. I mean there was no internet, no email, nothing. Not a very smartphone.
BUT, I've been hopping. Madly. Here there and everywhere. So even though I didn't get a chance to log in like I have every day since January 2012, I missed it. I missed all of you. I had many funny moments where I went... shoot, that would have been a great blog post.
So what is the beauty of not logging in ? I mean, there are real consequences here. I know that because I didn't log in, I have to start over from day one. And I missed THREE WHOLE DAYS of logging. Not one or just two, but three. Enough that my friends were notified and many of you stepped up and were concerned. Thank you for that.
Wait... I get a chance to start over? To gear back up and get excited again? To not see the loss of days but the gain of opportunity?
I'm thinking that's the beauty. Right there. Where second chances are born. And new days are always dawning. And friends step up to remind you when you've fallen off the wagon.
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