Two years ago, I ventured into the blogosphere with a personal blog about my adventures as a runner. Then life got in the way and my blog fell by the wayside. For about a year now, I’ve felt a nagging sensation to start it up again, but didn’t feel confident I could devote as much time or mindshare to my running as maintaining a 'niche' blog generally entails. I can barely find the time to run these days, let alone thinking and researching about it. With that said, the last six months have been a whirlwind, and I find myself looking around my life and nearly everything looks different: After nearly a decade, I took a break from the corporate world to finish up my MBA as a full-time student. During that time, my boyfriend and I bought a house, got engaged, and then last week I turned the big 3-0.
I’ve always said that I’m not convinced I’ll ever feel like a “grown up”. I still love playing board games, singing along to my favorite songs at the top of my lungs (sorry, neighbors!), and embarking on new arts and crafts projects.
But then I’ve also noticed there are also many “adult-like” attributes in my life: I love listening to NPR. I have a mortgage. I’ve become passionate about entrepreneurship and marketing strategy. And I’m even starting to enjoy the occasional Saturday night in. All of a sudden, even though I don’t “feel” like a grownup, I’m starting to look and sound a lot like one.
And so in my new “adulthood”, I’ve decided that rather than regret not having my blog, I would stop worrying about the topic, focus or ability to commit to a schedule, and just WRITE... So here I am.
I hope to post again soon, but I know myself well enough to say I can’t make any promises.





