Getting fidgety again!

“I miss writing,” I blurted.

“What made you bring that up all of a sudden?”

“I have a blog, and I used to write almost every day. It wasn’t anything really important; it was just about my life — but it was as if I could figure things out by writing about them. I miss that.”

We’d been talking about my years as an elementary-school teacher (so I could understand the confusion), but my mind suddenly took a detour from thoughts of teaching — to having had melanoma the last year I taught — to my MS diagnosis a decade later and the stress that came with it — to how I’d wanted to release everything that was holding me down.

I started blogging back in 2011 to help me make sense of some unsettling changes, to give me a place to work out what was happening and what I was trying to do with my life. Posting daily was not a chore or a responsibility; it was practically a compulsion (I jumped out of bed more than once when I realized I hadn’t posted), but one I really enjoyed. I wrote every day for months; then every other day for almost a year. But I got caught up in what it meant to be a “blogger” (back when that meant something to many people), and since that wasn’t the sort of writing I was doing, I kind of lost the magic of writing for myself — and the dwindling post count showed it.

I posted exactly once in 2019. This past year has been a hard one for me, but I am planning to be very kind to myself in 2020, so I am going to give myself the gift of stress-free blogging. Let’s see if it helps me make sense of my life as I get back into really living it again.

Thank you for sharing the journey with me. I can’t tell you how excited I get to see that anyone is following along. Please comment so I know you are still here!

xo – Lori

Interestingly enough, I was singing with my family way back when this blog began, and we broke out SingStar just last night to welcome the new year in. (There’s no celebration that can’t be improved by belting out some New Wave tunes. It’s a scientific fact.)

SingStar, anyone?


Everyone in my family likes to sing.  My dad – who has a lovely voice – always sang to us as kids, camp songs and pop songs and songs he learned as a choirboy.  We sang in the bed of the pickup truck going down to Bonsall; we sang to John Denver and Rogers and Hammerstein musicals as we cleaned house for Aunt Roseanne; and if you put a PlayStation microphone in our hands, we will sing for you at the drop of a hat.

What better way to celebrate an excellent report from the neurologist than a little Family SingStar Night?  We left the cousins at our house, gathered at Lynette’s, broke out all nine of my SingStar games, and proceeded to karaoke the house down ’til the wee hours.  We already knew that Danny has an amazing voice and that Gina is going to dance, but who knew David could nail the falsetto on Blue Orchid, that we could get Grandma Ann into an admittedly-gentle Nirvana mosh pit, that Lynette could do such a smokin’ version of This Charming Man?  Whew.  What an incredibly awesome night.

  • {Health Worry} released:  It’s MS, all right, but I am going to be able to handle it.
  • (Body Fat} released:  Believe me, I danced off some serious calories until my leg gave out.

Microphone” by GrantCC BY