Sometimes I wonder why I’m blogging when it feels like no one is reading. Although that reason is the absolute wrong reason to be blogging. I should be writing for me, for a memory down the road, not for comments. But partly the whole appeal of blogging is the camaraderie you get from other people who may be going through something similar or are stopping to say hello. Who doesn’t like to make friends and feel loved and wanted right!
It’s not as though I don’t have ideas or posts in my head to write; I do. It’s not as though I don’t have the time, I do, now that I’ve returned to work. I just can’t seem to get motivated to do anything lately. Or rather I’m a very good procrastinator! I’m not very disciplined. And as I get older I find myself being more scatterbrained than usual with ideas going here and there and basically nowhere.
It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Ontario. This year I am thankful for the health of my two beautiful children and myself. J has a cold. A MAN COLD! I am thankful that I was able to return to my job after being home for 21 months and as boring and menial that it is at times I am grateful for a paycheque and benefits. I am thankful that we have a roof over our heads and that it is comfortable for us to live in and raise our children. I am thankful that when our local daycare asks for donations to the food bank I am able to give a grocery bag full for those who are not able. I am thankful for the friends I have, though they are few they are near and dear to my heart.
Wishing all my silent readers J a wonderful happy and beautiful Thanksgiving weekend!