Dear Diary: I’ve received a couple calls and emails recently, from well-meaning friends, asking why I haven’t written. (Well, the call from my father wasn’t really “asking.” It was more of a parental directive to get back on the job and produce something.)
Usually, when there is a lull in my writing, it is because we’ve been experiencing a particularly trying week in the Brown household. “Something came up” that kept me away from my computer, etc. etc.
This time, I cannot claim such a defense. The truth is, I haven’t written because I’ve been having too much fun.
Yup. Just hanging out with the kids, making dinner, doing homework assignments. Going to the movies.
I got distracted.
This one’s for you, Dad.
Today I noticed that I am loving my life, just the way it is. I don’t know why I’m feeling so great; this happiness just sort of crept up on me. What’s going on?