Some reasons why you haven’t heard from me…
I’m a lazy failure of a blogger. Here are some blogging tips…write
words, post posts, repeat…over and over and over again. Thank you to those that
have questioned my absence or delay in updates…THANK YOU! It’s good to be
missed! And implies that actual humans read my words and enjoy them. And to you
dearest readers, I have been a disappointment and cannot express the shame I feel.
I have put things before your needs. Things like laundry, cleaning house and
being a present (sometimes grumpy) mother and wife. And while those things
could be forgiven I regret to tell you that there’s probably more to the story.
It is with a heavy heart that I admit I’ve spent precious writing time playing Trivia
Crack, perusing Facegram and Instabook (checking to see who’s paying attention),
and reading for my own pleasure. These are the culprits causing separation between
us. In conclusion, I haven’t made my writing a priority and promise to do
better.
The new design is in the works. I’ve been working with a blog
designer who is crafting a brand new From This Side of Thirty. That's your little sneak peek above! I have high
hopes our new website will be a page we will all be proud to read and share. I
have so many posts I know you will all adore, but I’d just prefer if you adored
them atop the new design. It will look more professional and give my words more
acclaim. Although I’m sure you have enjoyed the background photo I found on
Google in a matter of 27 seconds over a year ago. Thanks for hangin’ in there
with me.
I’ve had other things going on. While the aforementioned
excuses for lack of writing are pathetic at best, I actually have one good
excuse. Last week I gave the message to our youth group during their weekly
gathering. I spoke on a Fruit of the Spirit, gentleness. Ha! Except it’s not a
joke and I really did it. If you asked the
people who know me best to describe me with 100 words, “gentle” wouldn’t make
the cut. So I thinks it’s fair to say I spent quite a bit of my week preparing
a PowerPoint and getting my lesson together that I’d know about for 4 months.
“I’m never coaching again”, I said those words 2 years ago
when we ended (another) winning season after I’d coached Zane in baseball for a
few years. It isn’t at all that I don’t enjoy coaching (or winning), but I have
a tendency to be competitive. Being competitive causes me to spend time preparing
myself for the draft. I want to pick players who are experienced in the sport (in
at least some of their 8 years of life), have a good attitude and are coachable
and can listen to instruction. Which is difficult since it is a blind draft. It
also causes me to plan out practices, execute those practices and spend time
going over who did what well and what we need to spend time working on during
the next practice. Then you have to place batters strategically in the lineup
before each game. And if you win…you have to play longer into the summer. In
short, this leaves no time for Trivia Crack. BUT…Ramzee decided to try softball
this year and the league had 1 coach for 3 teams in her age group. You do the
math, then add in that fact that I’m a sucker. Sooooo…I have a team full of 11 little
ponytails and while I was apprehensive about coaching girls, my preliminary
results reveal they are smarter and pick up on things quicker. So if you happen
to see me around town staring into space I’m probably trying to decide whether
I should switch my cleanup hitter with my leadoff batter because she has
exceeded expectations in the last 3 games or if my third baseman should be
reconsidered because her accuracy has been off, but she is the only who can
make the distance for the throw to first base.
I am thankful that this year we are blessed to be homeschooling.
This means we aren’t leaving the house at 7am for an excess of 12 hours for
school and baseball. That is one of the few downfalls of living 17 miles from
town. It isn’t feasible to go back and forth multiple times a day.
Until I figure out how to make my body understand it doesn’t
need 10 hours of sleep every day, I guess I’ll try to allocate the measly 14 I
have left to allow more writing…because that’s what writers do…they write…FROM
THIS SIDE OF THIRTY.
Labels: Homeschool, Ramzee, Zane