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It's funny how I find myself going through such phases with this blog. When I first started writing, it was all I could think about. I checked the stats a few times an hour and would be ecstatic when I saw that someone hit my blog. (Of course, at the time I was getting 5 hits a day. 4 of them from me) Of course, I wasn't writing all that much, but I still kept looking to see if people were reading! Then I really got into the writing part, and less into caring if people were reading. I joined NaBloPoMo last November, which created a whole new group of readers, and forced me to write every single day for a month. At the time, and for a while after, I was really enjoying blogging and sharing my crazy thoughts with others.

Right after having surgery this year, the blog became a little less important to me. I considered forgetting the whole thing, because I just didn't want to do it anymore. It didn't help that I was feeling lousy while recovering from the donation, my marriage had finally fallen apart after dragging on miserably for a couple years, and life in general was pretty crappy. I think the only reason I didn't close it all down was that I was simply too lazy to do anything about it. I still posted now and again, hoping to find a way to get myself excited about it again, but it just didn't happen.

Recently I've found myself right back where I started. I'm excited about writing again. I find myself writing posts in my head throughout the day, and itching to get them on the screen. I don't know if it's because I'm so much happier now, or because my brain is preparing for next month's NaBloPoMo, or a combination of the two, but I'm really liking it. It's ironic, a little, that I'm so much happier with life now, but the tone of my posts lately don't exemplify it. I think part of me is a little afraid to be all mushy and gushy about how freaking happy I am lately, that I'm overcompensating with negativity. I'm trying hard to create a balance, and I hope you'll see it soon.