A blog post inspired by the word: Ordinary
They’re just ordinary moments from my ordinary life. Yet they pulled me in yesterday when I visited my blog to look for pictures of my dark hair (I really want dark hair again). Those ordinary moments grabbed hold of me until—pajamas still on—I realized it was time to pick up my kids from school. I read, laughed, cried, grimaced over those ordinary moments the entire day and oh how grateful I felt to have them recorded.
In retrospect I realize how wrong I was for believing blogging to be a waste of time, a silly hobby that needed to be controlled. Blogging was my journal, my life history. Precious, ordinary moments that would otherwise be lost forever are now mine to cherish (all day, in my pajamas). I’m so glad I took the time to waste that time those few, but fabulous years of blogging.
And you know, I think I’ll be back to waste more time tomorrow.