Some Adjustments Are Being Made

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“Lisa, where have you been?  I miss your internet voice, my friend.”

My So Called Glamorous Life: The Adventures of a Domestic Engineer
My So Called Glamorous Life: The Adventures of a Domestic Engineer

A sweet sentiment to wake up to this morning.  I miss you, too.  I know that it’s been a while since I posted regularly, but I’m still here kinda hanging in the background, surfing the internet and commenting here and there.  I’m reading a lot and writing, too. I’m even dabbling in writing fiction – don’t know how good it is, but it’s fun.  Some posts and essays are finished, while others are, for whatever reason, left incomplete.

It’s not that I have grown tired of blogging, but it’s more that I am undergoing a personal adjustment. After reading some of my more recent posts, I realized that something in me has changed and I needed to figure out what it is before moving forward.

I started this blog in 2013 with the belief that we are all more alike than we are different.  We all want happy, healthy families, to earn a decent living and to enjoy the fruits of our labor.  We all want to feel real joy in our lives and we want that for each other, as well. To some extent I still believe this, except maybe that very last part – we really don’t care at all about the happiness of others.  At least those that are not like us and I’m not necessarily just speaking to ethnic or racial differences.  I mean people who don’t have the same or any religious affiliation.  People who choose to raise their kids differently or have a different view of marriage than we do.  People who are not as educated or more educated than we are.  People of a different gender or gender neutral.  People with different political affiliations.  Nothing  – absolutely nothing – is without controversy and everything has the ability to erupt into something vile and contemptuous.

Admittedly, I have been a bit naive.  We are different or we create enough differences to keep us warring with each other and quite honestly, that gets old.  Some things do need to be said, like when it comes to real issues of social injustice – I will never stop sounding that alarm, but the other silliness manufactured by people who are just trying to keep us at each other is no longer of interest to me. You know the ones: mom – shamers, dad – shamers, kid -shamers, fat – shamers, skinny – shamers, shamer  – shamers and on and on.  Those crazies just don’t get any more of my time or attention.  Stir the pot somewhere else.

I want to write and focus on things that inform, educate, inspire and encourage others.  I want to talk about life – mine and yours.  I want a genuine, respectful exchange of thoughts and ideas.  This should be fun, not stressful.

So, if I want to tell you a story about how my daughter said that I looked like a maniac doing the whip and nae – nae with her, I will without fear of someone telling me what a terrible mother I am for letting my kids listen to that kind of music.  Then, if I want to tell you how my 9 – year – old handled her own experience with playground racism, I will do that, too.  That is a post that is actually finished and I am exceedingly proud of her.

The goal is still to uplift my readers.  To put something on your mind or to make you laugh.

Life’s too short to get caught up in all of the craziness, man.

2 Comments


  1. // Reply

    How the adjustments mean you will post more often, I too miss your voice. Although I understand the importance of stepping back to process life at times too.


    1. // Reply

      Thank you, Heidi!

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