So Greg leaves in one week. The following week I plan to spend some time posting a few pictures from the past month. And then I will end this blog. This twelve months has stretched into sixteen. The end is overdue, the experiment concluded.
I have learned that I enjoy blogging. It helps me focus on the positive. I value the record I create. So I will probably continue blogging. I say "probably" because I might not. It takes a lot of time. Partly because I've found it addictive. And partly because--like all tasks for me, from cleaning the toilet to chopping an onion--I am not fast and efficient at it. But I am inclined to think that the time invested is worth it. So continue on I will, most likely.
But not on this blog. I guess I am driven by my obsessive compulsive tendencies. Besides the fact I'm bothered that the title no longer applies, I don't want the year on this blog to "touch" the coming year. You know, like how some people don't like their food touching. I, for one, generally don't mind too much if my food touches, but I do require a separate plate for my salad. I guess one of these years is salad and one is mashed potatoes. During one year Greg was home a lot, we spend tons of quality family time together, and I struggled to overcome the effects of postpartum depression. During the other year, Greg will be absent, my children will bond with their grandparents, and I hope to leave mental illness behind. Two very different years. They require two different blogs.
By the way, I don't know which year is salad and which year is mashed potatoes. That said, I do like both salad and mashed potatoes.
