If you’ve been around these parts lately, you’ve probably noticed someone who hasn’t. And by ‘someone’, I clearly mean ‘me’, but I’m convinced that talking in the third person makes me somewhat wittier and clever-er and smarter. (Oh, just go with it…)
I fell off the blogging band wagon. So much so, that I couldn’t even tell you where I left the band wagon. (Probs in the cupboard above the fridge, because everyone knows that’s where you keep those ‘I-know-this-stuff-is-important-but-seriously-have-no-idea-what-to-do-with-it’ things.) Or where the keys to the aforementioned band wagon are.
But then I got here and started banging away at the keyboard and realised that it’s not just the blog bandwagon that’s sitting around, desperately in need of a service. It’s my whole freaking life. I fell off the life bandwagon.
The truth? 2015 has been legitimately, genuinely, completely kicking my butt.
I’ve been on auto pilot. Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat. It’s frightening how easy it was to slip into. That heady combination of busy and disappointment and boredom and discontent found their nasty little way in, and I just found it easier to put my head down and get sucked into the day-to-day grind, than actually deal with the cold hard truth, that the first few months of 2015 have been genuinely just hard.
Oh, there has been little rays of sunshine. Cocktails and coconuts in Bali. New babies and weddings and new houses. Many, many glasses of vino with people who make me seventeen types of happy. But they’re fleeting. In and out, and I’m back to auto-pilot Em before I even had a chance to ask if a little bit o’ that glow had the time to stick around and shine a little longer.
But enough, alright? It’s time to pull myself out of my self imposed auto-pilot exile and get back into the living, not just existing. Because while I can’t control everything that’s happening around me, I can control how I react to said ‘things’, and if all else fails, there’s always online shopping. And pinot noir.
And on those ridiculously plain god-awful days, there’s these fools. Taking full advantage of a camera, just left unattended on my desk (first and last time, ladies), to snap a little bit of happiness for me to find weeks later. And because it made me smile so damn much, I’ll overlook the…uh…sheer horror. (I mean, have any of y’all heard of focus? Anyone? Anyone at all? #DontDrinkAndShoot)