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The day’s most important developments, short and sweet, facts only and—without soccer news because that deserves a post all by itself.
Tag: <span>the happy quitter</span>
Yesterday got away from me. Somehow—not sure how it happened— in the afternoon I sat down to take a short break, and then I dozed off and woke up three hours later. Age? Heat? Puppy exhaustion? All of it, I suppose. The dogs didn’t wake me. The phone was quiet. Husband was at work. It’s like the world had decided I needed some sleep.
This brings me joy. Reading through news and sharing what I think might be worth reading—I keep the U.S. domestic political noise out unless it directly affects another country. (Sorry, Canada)
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My blog and your blog are part of the blogosphere, the totality of all blogs. With our blogs, we are THE counterweight to social media.
Last week, I teared up when a comment left on my Finally-2024 post surprised me. Lately, I have been wondering if I should continue blogging. Is it worth it, and what have I accomplished with it?
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I was absolutely stunned -but not in a good way- when I saw the new header on my blog. Without asking my permission and without informing me, WordPress had placed a “Gift” icon on my blog. I assume it happened right after I canceled the automatic renewal of the Premium WordPress plan, which I had tried for only one month after I had felt bothered by too many ads on my blog.
Little pieces of wisdom and small treasures, archived neatly beside utterly nonsense and total flops. Some days I am brilliant, just to disappoint the next day. Yep, that’s me. A living contradiction, a breathing oxymoron. I never looked in my blogging archive before. Did I write all of this?
My husband put his cigarettes away, one day before his birthday, five years ago. He didn’t say he would quit smoking, instead he informed all of us around him, that he would take ‘An indefinite break.’ Two years after I quit, he finally had enough confidence to try it himself. His quitting process was hard to watch and so different from mine. He willed himself through the first weeks. I often found him sitting outside, face-palm waiting for a craving to go away.
I have neglected my blog and my blogging friends. I didn’t write much and read even less. I have been busy; tried to juggle too many things all at once, bit off more than I could chew. Whenever life demands my full attention, the virtual world has to be put on hold.
We both have been sick for weeks -three weeks to be exact. We both had a cold that just lingered a bit longer than usual. I could hear my husband cough in his sleep and he said the same about me the next morning. We both finally took time off work, that’s something we rarely do.