So, clearly it’s been awhile since I’ve posted last. Not for lack of adventures or passionate rants about loving my Droid, hating when parents mess up their kids, or whatever else it is that normally hits me.

I’m going to shamelessly blame the fact that I now manage two blogs.

Life has felt like a blur of hanging out with people I love, challenging them when I have to, learning the ropes in a new job, doing things I’m awful at, and generally, trying to become a better human. Not sure I’m really succeeding at any of them.

Last week I had to buy a new car. It stressed me out more than I really wanted it to and I’m sorry to the people around me who had to put up with me. At the end of the week, I’m exhausted and feel mostly like I could crawl in bed and not wake up for days. Or weeks.

My old car held lots of dents and lots of stories. Students getting violently ill in my backseat, drunken people throwing things and making dents, and kids climbing up my windshield to get in through the sunroof - to name a few.

I don’t want to forget those moments and the things I learned from them. But I’m ready to not have a constant reminder in my driveway anymore - especially for a few of the stories that accompany the dents. I’m glad I get the chance - not just with my car - to put what has happened to me behind me and that I’ve got some people in my world who forgive me and bravely still want to be in my life.

Insert some motivational point here about moving on, but not forgetting. NEEDTOBREATHE said it well:

Can we put back all the pieces to the puzzles left behind?
We will soon be back together just before the stars align.
When the curtain falls for one last time and closes out the show.
Marching left, right, left, another step. Keep smiling as you go.
Movin on

Im sick of good intentions how they always tend to drown.
But, then, nothing seems to stay afloat living in the saddest town.
When the curtain falls for one last time and closes out the show.
Marching left, right, left, another step. Keep smiling as you go.
Movin on

Youre out of room for marking days on the wall
The lines remind of just how long Ive been gone
Youre holding on but now its time to let go.
Just let it go.
Movin on

We could be the story that’ll break your heart.
We could be the victim of a fall apart.
Maybe we could last another week or so.
Movin on, baby, means you gotta let it go.