And Now I Am
I spent some time tonight doing something I haven't done in ages - I read a few of my old blogs. Most were circa 2011. I was a good writer back them. Funny, spot-on with observations, and prolific. I wrote all the time. All. The. Time. In one two day period, I posted five blogs. Yeesh. It's been months since I posted five blogs total. Clearly, I'm not the writer I used to be. I am incidentally not the person I used to be either. My writing was full of crushes and diatribes about being happily alone. Justification for my single state? Yeah, I'm not so sure of that. I did like being single. I also liked having the occasional crush I knew wouldn't go anywhere. In some ways, life was easy back them. I had few worries and little drama. It was me, myself, and I against the world. I was happy. I was happy. Because I didn't know any better? Because I'd become accustomed to being alone? Because I didn't think there was anything else out there for me? Because