Almost

I almost succeeded in writing a post each day of spring break. Today is my last, and I gotta say, I have been questioning this blogging thing again, and the evolution of my motivation in the past couple of years. Maybe I've just bored myself with all the blah blah blah of the past week, thinking it would be good discipline to make myself write even if the inspiration wasn't there.

I dunno, maybe like Cookie I'm using this blog as an escape from real life. I've always had trouble discerning the difference between "real life" and whatever it is that people say isn't "real life". Like when adults said, "College is not real life," I couldn't understand their reasoning. It always seemed real to me. What makes one environment "real" and another "unreal"? I guess it just depends on the individual and their motivation. And what is my motivation for blogging?

It's been exactly two months since my divorce, and I know I've gotta take some time to adjust, enjoy being alone and be kind to myself. But when does that transition into "a spinster living alone with 23 cats cooking with a hotplate"? Grey Gardens comes to mind as a potentially more upbeat version of my future.



But here I go, thinking too much again. I can see that the sun is shining behind my curtain. I think I will step out into it.