Life Gets in the Way

I don't think I really have any excuse for not writing. Well, at least no new excuse for not writing.

The past few weeks have been incredibly busy in every aspect of my life. When I am not working, cooking, going to the gym, reading, updating my Flickr feed, or all of those other things one does with their days, I seem to be sleeping and commenting on other people's blogs - sometimes at the same time, which really can get confusing for everyone involved.

My best friend for the last two years stopped speaking to me. There was no explanation. No Earth shattering argument or anything else. One day, she was explaining how much she would miss me if she was forced to move and the next day, we were no longer speaking. I am sure there must have been more to it on her end, but that is all I got on mine. It was really sort of traumatic. Here was this person that I spoke to almost every day suddenly no longer returning my calls. I tried really hard to think of what I might have done, but I could not derive any answers from my too numerous hours staring blankly at the space that separates us.

I had a new client almost die during a "simple" out-patient procedure during the week of April 15th, which prompted a phone call to my office regarding estate planning documents that had not yet been updated. The problem was compounded when I looked at the woman's old documents and realized that the former attorney had botched several of the documents and it would not be a simple operation to undo their mistakes. Not to mention all the questions rolling in from the CPAs that suddenly needed all this additional data to finalize Returns. (CPAs can be just as bad as the rest of the population in putting off the preparation of Returns, it seems.)

I am officially on a diet after seeing my doctor and realizing that my weight has gotten a bit out of control. I have not been able to establish a standard gym routine since my surgery, but have decided to try and switch back to going in the evenings, as my body did not seem willing to cooperate with my desire of waking up at 5AM every day. I still would like to try and convince my body one more time, but I am not going to try and push my luck for a little while. Overall, I do not think I am really on a diet so much as reverting to what worked for me for the past decade - consistent exercise and a sensible intake of food. Sounds simple when you say it that way, right?

I have still been reading all the blogs I normally read. I have even added a new one to the mix, and I really need to update the list of blogs that I read on here. So many folks I used to read are no longer around or have moved, and some of the newer ones are not even mentioned. I will work on this in the coming days. I will also work on just plain writing more about something. Anything has go to be better than this deafening silence that seems to be occurring here. I think what often happens, for me at least, is you stop writing for a little while and you start to forget how you ever came up with topics to write about to begin with. It used to seem that you would just be out somewhere and you would think, "Oh, I am so totally going to blog this." However, now I go out and I never have those moments. Even when I saw the Paramount Church, it didn't leap out at me as something that I just needed to write about. Clearly, something has to be done about this.

Glory Days

The decision has been made and now my life can return to its normal boring routine. Thank goodness. I do not think I do well with big decisions like that. I end up losing sleep and worrying. Instead of getting lots of sleep and going to the gym. Not exactly my idea of a good time. In the end, I still do not know if I made the right decision, but I made the best decision I could at the time, based upon all the information I had. I am quite proud to say, however, that because of my decision, I will still be able to go to Chicago, Memphis, and Costa Rica this year, and that is almost priceless to me.

Seeing that I now had free time, I was goaded into joining Face Book. I do not know who thought this was a good idea. I hate Face Book almost as much as I hate My Space. I consider it a horribly designed site, but a few of my friends had joined and they all wanted me to join as well. I still do not know why. What the hell ever happened to emails and blogs? What is the attraction of these horribly designed personal pages on which we can all "keep in-touch". I never knew I required such a thing, but apparently I do.

It was through joining Face Book and adding friends from my high school years that I recalled how little I really enjoyed those years. Granted, there were some good times, with water gun fights and such, but a lot of it was just an excruciating experience. And while I feel that in many ways my parents lied to me and we never really get away from the high school mentality, with the cliques, the gossip, the jocks and the prom queens, we do get to move onto larger fish bowls. I still remember being accused and convicted over random stuff that I never did. For example, one of my friends stopped speaking to me because I was going through her locker, which would have been really solid grounds, I think, if I had ever actually done so. I think I even once experienced a breakup with a girl that I never dated.

To an extent, things were a little simpler. I had more time to do the things I loved and hang out with my friends. It seems the older that I get, the harder it is to make and keep friends. So many things seem to intersect into people's lives and they suddenly have new priorities and routines and you do not always continue to fit in them. They may get married and/or have children. They suddenly have to work more and have extra-curricular obligations for that new fundraising committee that is sure to help advance their career. This is not to say that I do not have friends. I still even have a few friends from high school, but everyone is so busy and scattered. One of my psychologists thought it would be cool if I mapped them all out, as they are all in so many different places.

I know that I somehow had a lot of good times in high school, but goodness, I do not think I would ever want to do it again. College is a completely different tale, however.