Busy Making Memories

While browsing one of my favorite blogs recently, Adventures in Babywearing, something Stephanie wrote really struck a cord with me.  

She said, "I think in the past what I've written was true, but writing about it shined up my life, what really happened. At the time it made me feel better, less crazy, happier. Saved me. I don't know how long this will last, but it seems I've arrived at a spot of time where the days move easier without the need to write myself a lifeline."

I totally get it.  And I think I've reached a similar spot in my own blogging.  At least for the time being.  There was a time when writing was therapeutic for me.  Then it became more like a journal - simply a place to record the memories.  I absolutely cherish the annual books I've printed from this blog and I know their importance to me will only grow as the years go by.  For that reason alone I will not give up on it.  But recently blogging has taken a backseat to...well, living.

This is my view as I sit at my computer.

I know you can't read all the entries on the calendar, but you can see that nearly every day has something.  And this is our household activities only - work commitments are elsewhere.  Our lives are so full - in more ways than one - that I'm doing my very best to just take it all in and enjoy the ride.

By no means is this goodbye to The Elser 411.  There are still many stories to tell and memories to capture.  But my focus has shifted.  

To making memories instead of writing about them.