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Change is in the air

Or on the screen.

After a hiatus of, oh, forever, I’m back!

For those who have faithfully followed this blog (Hi, Mom!) since September 2008, thank you!

I posted like crazy for a while, and then I got married and moved countries, and then I really was “all thought out,” and I ran out of things to post about, and then I had a kiddo and untertook a house renovation, and I felt blogging was one of those things for which I no longer had time.

(I always have time for a run-on sentence.)

Then, I noticed: (a) I missed writing, (b) my mom missed reading my posts, (c) my time management skills were becoming less as I became less structured, and (d) my ability to prioritize was no longer a priority.

That’s right. Without a doubt, resurrecting this blog will help me fix those last two points.

Teehee.

So, in an effort to become even better in my roles as a faithful Christ follower, excellent wife, loving mother, educator, care provider and household manager (among other titles), I’m making time to write again. Because taking 5-15 minutes to do something just for me is kinda fun. And rewarding.

Plus, someday, LO may need assistance constructing a sentence, so I should probably stay current, right?

As I write more, you may begin to notice a few changes around here. Layout. Content. More frequent updates. Definitely more frequent updates. Please bear with any formatting changes that may occur as I change up the design (missing bullet points, etc.).

Of course, I am 30-weeks pregnant with LO No. 2, sooooooo, you have some of my divided attention for at least another few weeks.

Thanks for reading!

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I didn’t mean to not post

Dear Blog,

I’ve neglected you, again, but I see you’re getting much use from individuals who are searching for information regarding full-body scans at airports. There are a lot of angry people out there—not that I blame them—and I’m happy you can provide them with an entertaining cartoon, which I attributed to someone else, because, well, I don’t create the best cartoons.

Although, I like drawing stick figures.

But, that’s beside the point. Neglect. That’s the point. I’ve been doing a lot of things. Namely, working a full-time job. Which is good. Good for me. Bad for you. I still love you; I’m sorry it hasn’t been showing.

Today, I played volleyball for the first time in, oh, forever. You would’ve been impressed. I played. I did not die. Success!

Yesterday was Black Friday. I did not participate. Canadians don’t care about Black Friday. They’re waiting for Boxing Day (the day after Christmas). Although, a week ago, I heard an ad for a Boxing Day sale on the radio. Canadians advertise like Americans: “Hey, it’s July! Christmas is almost here! Ornaments on sale today only!” Awesome.

You should know that I have thought about you a lot. And, people in my inner circle have asked about you. They care about you. Read you. Love you.

What? Those are only words? Oh, I know; I know! I’ll try harder.

If only all the good things happening in my life weren’t so personal. Maybe then you’d get more attention. All I can say is that Husband’s attempt to grow an avocado is, so far, just that: an attempt. He’s hopeful. And, I’m a supportive wife, so I’m hopeful, too.

I’ll try to do a better job of keeping you informed.

Really.

For real.

Yours truly,

Jill

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Happy birthday, All Thought Out!

Happy 2nd birthday, blog! It's been a great ride!

Today, you, my blog, turn 2.

Two years ago, plus some change, you were but a gleam near my eyeball.

I was tinkering with the notion of starting a blog and found myself sorting through a number of questions. Should I blog? Why should I blog? What would I write about? Could I maintain a blog on a regular basis? Did I have enough interesting things to say? Would potential readers find those things interesting? Would I be heartbroken if no one other than my mother ever read you?

Oh, the uncertainty.

Out of that uncertainty, you, a blog of much randomness, were born and appropriately christened All Thought Out. I wrote a post about National Punctuation Day, a fitting topic for a writer methinks.

OK, maybe it was a little lame, but I was new; you were new. Back off!

From there, you took off. Not “off” as in you scored a million devoted readers right out of the chute, but “off” as in I posted to you on a regular basis and regularly received feedback from my mother.

(Thanks, Mom.)

In your first two years, I wrote about something or other 245 times. You may not think that a whole lot, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you so quickly after birth. I posted my thoughts about events in the news, about my life, about other peoples’ lives and more. Sometimes I wrote and published 4 posts in a day. Sometimes I let 4 days go by without a word. Never, I can happily say, did 4 weeks go by with nothing.

Remember that one time in May 2010 when I took on a writing challenge and wrote for 31 days straight, posting 21 times? Yeah, I remember that, too.

In the past two years, I’ve switched blogging platforms and became better at providing accompanying images and relatively interesting headlines and captions. I’ve thought long and hard about the sorts of things I’m willing to share with an unending audience and the sorts of things I’m happy keeping to myself. At such a young age, you and your contents are forever. A daunting responsibility. One of which I daily remind myself.

(No, Husband, I am NOT writing about you today.)

You have become a way for me to keep in touch with those who are no longer physically near me. A way for me to share about my daily happenings. You’ve been with me through some of my dating life, my engagement and marriage, my move to Canada, my “I’ve-Turned-Into-Martha-Stewart” stage, the end of one job and the beginning of another.

In sum, you’ve been great. And, the possibilities for you going forward are endless. And, THAT is pretty great. May our next year together (and those beyond) be equally fabulous.

Happy birthday!

Love,
Jill

PS. It’s once again National Punctuation Day.
PPS. You share a birthday with Husband. Happy birthday, Husband! (Oops, yes I did write about you.)

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