I used to blog ...

So, I used to blog.  And then I stopped.  There wasn’t a moment that I decided to stop, it just happened. Probably more Facebook, more work, important things like that.  Before that, I used to write a lot, but then I stopped that too. Blogging kind of filled that void, and now there’s just a void.  Don’t get me wrong, I still write. I write lists, I write lectures and exams, I write witty Facebook posts and hilarious Instagram hashtags. For a while that’s been it …  but I’m ready to dip my toe back in the blogging pool.  Or jump right in, that’s more my personality.

Today KLRJeff (that’s my husband) suggested we go on a scooter ride tonight.  It sounded like a fine suggestion and we made a date for 8 o’clock.  Off we went on Butterscotch and the Bat (our respective scooters).  It was the perfect night for a ride.  It had been a hot day and was starting to cool down.  We took a long loop to Kuna (normally a ten minute drive) and were gone for an hour.  The sky was beautiful, the smells were potent, and my brain was running.

There is something about me on a motorcycle (or scooter) that clears my brain.  As a kid, I would ride for hours and hours on a 1976 yellow Honda 90, most of my best thinking happened there.  Last year, when I bought Butterscotch, I feel like my best thinking started all over again.  My cluttered brain now holds copious blog topics and an outline of the first chapter of the bestseller I’m going to write someday.

But tonight as I cruised along at 45 mph my brain was thinking about how damned blessed I am.  Is my life perfect?  Certainly not.  I struggle with my weight.  I think chocolate tastes better than skinny feels.  Hell, to be honest, I don’t remember what skinny feels like.  I’m still working on the baby weight and my baby is seven and a half.  I struggle with depression, I struggle with mom/wife/work/life balance.  I struggle with self-discipline.  Friends, these struggles are real.  But who doesn’t struggle?  When I think about my life, those aren’t the things I think about.  I think about KLRJeff, who is the perfect husband for me.  I think about Miss M and Mister B who just might be the two funniest kids on the planet.  I think about the big yellow house that we live in, that I can’t wait to live in for the rest of my life.  I think of Momma and the Big A and how I must have the best parents in the world.  I think of my sibs and the six little peeps who call me Aunt Stephi.  I think of my friends, including the Aca Bs who are Aca awesome.  I think of a job that I love almost everyday.  I think of God who has blessed me abundantly.

I also thought that everyone who struggles with depression should have a  125cc scooter. And that prescriptions should say, “Ride one hour at dusk in beautiful Idaho.”  In fact, I may write it down, because sometimes I forget.  Because it’s easy to get in an evening rut of binge watching Netflix or getting lost in a book.  And I also thought that I want to write again. I don’t know what I want to write, or who I want to write for.  But I want to write.  Stay tuned.