It’s funny.

I used to write ALL THE TIME at my blog when there wasn’t much to my life except work and commuting and Thursday night television and the occasional great recipe.

I don’t know where I got all the words, but they were there.

Now that my career is gaining momentum in the directions I want it to go, and now that I am deeply in love with someone amazing, and now that I am facing all sorts of big changes, and now that I am finally figuring out some big things about myself?

Well, yeah.

I guess I don’t have much to say.

Heh.

That’s not true, of course.

You knew that.

I think the problem is this: THERE’S A LOT TO SAY.

A lot to say about my relationships.

A lot to say about my personal goals.

A lot to say about the things I am passionate about.

But.

All of a sudden, I can’t just babble about stuff the way I used to, ad infinitum.

Now I want to get it RIGHT.

Which takes time.

And effort.

And eloquence.

In other words, I have all the content I need. I just want to say it better than I seem to have the time and apparent skill to say it.

That’s a really lame excuse not to write. This is clear.

Not that I’m above making a lame excuse — in fact, I love a lame excuse — but I don’t want to miss out on documenting my life right now because I’m too lazy or overwhelmed to do it.

That will chap my hide later. If I don’t get my hide in gear.

So.

I’m going to try a little harder to make it happen, even as things are rapidly shifting and my schedule is crazy and every day brings another thing to figure out.

Because the possibility exists that if I DO try, that if I DO write, that what I’ll write now will put all that other babbling to shame.

Not because it wasn’t me then, but because I really, really am excited about me now.

And I’d like you to know her. Me. Meg.

More to come.