It's Complicated

So much for making this the year of more writing instead of well, less writing. Not that I haven't been writing, of course I write all the time...
Grocery lists
Matt to-do-lists
Myself to-do-lists
Trivial posts on Facebook once a month or so - just so people wont forget I'm still alive. All the while trying to avoid reading the teenage friends of my daughter's pages because it just feels wrong and creepy that I would be interested in what a seventeen year old has to say. I'm not sure if it's true that I'm interested at all. Sometimes it's just a nice change from the usual political/religious/Farmville rants.

I've discovered I am very thankful that Facebook wasn't around when I was a teen. As if that time of life isn't full of enough drama and moments of heart stopping embarrassment when you think you may fall over and die that very second, can you imagine having your heart broken by the love of your life only to have them change their "relationship status" the next day? And then, if you're fortunate enough to have an ex who has just a tad of sensitivity, he/she may wait a good week or two before beginning the dance of Facebook flirting with the next person, who is also your "friend." Now, do you think the average teenager would block all of these goings-on as to save themselves the self-torture of watching, or do you think they would be compelled to look on with mouth-gaping horror? I know not the answers to these things, and I thank the good Lord I will never have to find out. Although I did change my Facebook relationship status once. Matt didn't notice.

I've been writing plenty of other stuff too, although none of it is going to catapult me into a publishers office where he will beg me for the honor of publishing my first book and later I become one of the world's most beloved authors, right up there with Dickens. Not unless some publisher is looking for someone who can post particularly witty Facebook comments. Who am I kidding? "Happy Birthday!" is not witty. Sometimes, I abbreviate birthday like this: "b-day," just to be different. I think it suggests that I am somewhat cool and possibly attractive. It also suggests that I am really too busy to type out the whole word.

And busyness suggests success! Why is that, I wonder? As I get older I want to work less, not more. Working more at something I actually enjoy and less at things that feel like work - now that is success! Some day I may even open that dog grooming shop I've always dreamed of - "The Fluff & Buff." Catchy, yes?