I stood waiting for puppy to do his business. (I'll be so glad when we don't have to go outside with him.) And with nothing better to do, I looked up at the sky.
The moon was rising over the neighbor's house. Usually when I look up at the night sky, I (as I told you a few months ago) think about who else might be looking at the same sky. At first I thought about a guy, but then I thought about you, my invisible internet friends. (That is, if any of you still bother to check up on me. (If you are reading this, I'm so very glad.))
And I thought about how long it had been since I had blogged. Or even checked on my friends' blogs. And I miss writing. I'm not that good a writer, but it's so nice to get things out.
I had written a bunch of letters to a guy. And it's not like he's going to see it. (Unless he decides that he wants to be with me, and then in that case, I'd consider showing him. But it's highly unlikely he'll ever see it.) But writing out my feelings and everything really helped me get over him. And not only that, but it helped clear my head on other topics. And that's also what this blogging thing does for me. And although I wish I was witty and funny, and had all these interesting conversations in the comments (like some other blogs I have read), I'm content to be myself.
The only problem is getting myself to take the time to write. I might just have to keep going outside and looking at the sky in order to remind myself that I want to write and blog. So I might be opening every entry with "So I was looking at the moon..."
