The Non-Apology

I'm by nature a courteous person. Therefore, I am fighting the urge to write a big, fat apology at the top of this post, and beg your forgiveness for staying away from the blog for so long.

The thing is, I'm growing weary of all the apologies in the blogosphere. I like to humor myself, but I know you aren't waiting breathlessly on the other side of the screen, refreshing your reader every 20 minutes to see if I've posted something new. Life goes on. It's perfectly acceptable for someone to walk away from their blog and take a break, whether it be for five days or 50. (That's the beauty of a feed reader, by the way. My favorite bloggers can take a break and I'll know the minute they return because I'm subscribed to their feed. If you need a tutorial on what I'm talking about, Abraham Piper has a great one here.)

Plus, I know you all support me in my desire to spend time soaking up these precious newborn days. You have always been so gracious about me striving to balance my writing and public life, so to speak, with my family and private life.

So why apologize? It seems superfluous.

Instead, I'll just say: I miss you. And I have so many words in my head at the moment, it threatens to burst. (Which I don't need, seeing as I have other parts of my anatomy at the bursting point, if you know what I mean.) For whatever reason, I had determined to make Kieran's birth story my next post. But I'm struggling to find the time to write a narrative right now. (Go figure.) And it hit me yesterday (I'm slow) that, hey, this is my blog, and I can change the rules anytime I want. So while I still intend on completing and posting Kieran's birth story in the near future, I'm going to go ahead and start posting again, even though that means we'll be out of sequential order. (The horror!)

That's OK, right?

If it isn't, I'm sorry.