I was all set to log in here and agree with you, and then I made the mistake of reading all those kind comments, and my heart softened a little bit. I've been blogging since 2003, met my husband this way, not to mention you, my fine friend, and I'm *still* caught off guard at the kind, authentic connections that are possible when you share your thoughts with the world.
That's the problem, I think. You and I have our own backchannel, so we don't need this place to know one another, and neither you nor I use this place to discover our own thinking so much. The best writing I do is when I'm perplexed or vulnerable or confused, and writing helps me get clearer. And I don't do that here very often. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe getting married and loving my job has taken away some of the sources of confusion, or maybe I'm no less confused but my interest in talking about it has changed. I'm still confused -- a person I admire doesn't seem to like me and it hurts my feelings and makes me wonder why; being married and pulled into a whole new family dynamic is fascinating. I wonder a lot about the process of self-discovery as I work with college students who are thinking through their own ambitions. I wonder if what I'm saying to them is helpful, or true, or which parts of it they hear and which they ignore. I pay a lot of attention to the difference between the way life feels when you are twenty -- the sense of urgency on some decisions, the shorter time horizon, the things that matter and the things that don't -- and the way it feels at 37, and I think hard about how to communicate well across that gap. But I don't seem to want or need to write about it here.
Is this a problem that can be solved with goals, or homework? Two posts a week, each? One photo and one text? I would like to send you a photo of our drowned state -- three days of rain on saturated soil, grey skies and a flat 39 degrees -- so you'll know what spring really means. Is this a problem that needs to be solved? Is this even a problem? All these nice people want us to keep talking here, in public, even though you and I seem to have lost interest. Maybe we should try harder for a couple of months -- say until June -- and then decide.