a cutie patootie and where the heck I've been.

My friends make some pretty cute kids, eh?

I've been feeling really guilty about my complete lack of blogging as of late so I snagged permission from my dear high school friend, Amy, to post this picture of her ridiculously adorable little girl as an admitted "how can you be mad at me when looking at this face?!" ploy. Because I mean seriously. How could you be mad? Just look at her munching on the San Francisco book I gave her! She makes me want to take B's dad up on his offer of $300,000 to the first one of us to give him a grand-baby (he was kidding...half kidding?...of course).

A few months ago another friend of mine commented on my more sporadic posting, saying "You have been posting less often lately - isn't that funny how journaling/blogging always seems to taper down when you are really happy!"...and to be honest, she wasn't wrong. I am, truly, blissfully and joyfully happy. Perhaps there is a part of me that wonders if anyone even wants to read about all that unicorns and glitter love stuff, when my single self seemed to draw in so many wonderful readers with my take on the ups and downs associated with a table-for-one status. Or maybe there is a part of me that also simply feels more protective of my table for two.

I do feel that I still have much to share, though. There have been so many times when a post begins to form in my mind during or after a certain event, conversation, interaction and I think I'll have to start this piece later...but then never settle in to actually craft it. Some of this can be blamed on my change in roles at work and the fewer moments of flexible time to sit and blog at my desk. Some of this can also be blamed on my strong desire to then be anti-computer when I am not in the office; to be deeply present with B as we continue to build a life together in SF, to get the hell offline and get outdoors, to read, relax, adventure in completely non-digital ways. I don't even want to look at a computer in my home, if I can help it.

Believe me when I say that I miss writing here often. I really, really miss it.

But there is something about this particular time in my life where I don't feel as strongly pulled to the great wide web to document, reflect, or share as much in this manner of blogging. I've been feeling over saturated with social media lately (probably in strong part due, again, to my new work roles) and I have needed to honor my desire for privacy more than the guilt of not posting regularly. For this, I ask both for your forgiveness and your patience.

So where the heck have I been?

I've been dancing. Concert going. Cooking. Reading. Tea sipping, hand holding, smooching, apartment re-arranging, champagne toasting, NJ craving (and now cherishing!), friendship milestone-ing, connecting, honoring, traveling, giggling, playing, practicing, goal setting, loving. I've been letting loose or, as is the case in some areas of life, letting go. And of course, I've been thanks giving.

It has, quite honestly, felt pretty damn amazing.

I hope to see you again soon, and until then...

love and light,

Trish