Hello blog? Do you remember me? Like the girl who used to blog a lot, much more often, all the time, first thing in the morning, late every afternoon, the girl who would think of blog posts the day ahead, would live her stories out loud on the blog? Perhaps I’m like the musician who needs to be practicing right according to this awesome chart my sister shared with me, but is not. Maybe it’s the ever growing face time I’ve been having with people. Maybe it’s the daily Instagramming that is stealing my love for daily writing. Maybe it’s the pressure of social media, which I frankly don’t know how to handle/use . . . I am in desperate need of a public relations assistant! Maybe it’s because I practically live in Folsom now after joining a networking group, and although Folsom is extremely scenic and I see rivers and lakes and trees and trails leading into the sunset on the drive there, it’s not really in the neighborhood, so I feel like I live in the car. Or maybe I’m like the musician who has too many lame excuses. Whatever it, dear blog, don’t take it personally. I am writing again.