As the story of Eshu's hat demonstrates, your version of reality depends greatly upon your point of view.
Positive, happy-go-lucky Robin has returned to Gainesville. Sullen, tired, irritable Robin has been banished to the dark side of the moon. As I've learned during my on-going religious education, we choose to believe whatever we want, and in the same vein, I can--no, must--choose to have a positive disposition.
Life is beautiful if you believe it is, and 30 is not an end; it is merely a milestone, a good point to stop, turn around, and look at the path you've traveled. And what did I see when I took a gander? A beautiful son, a handsome, intelligent, loving husband, friends and family who like and/or love me, two honors degrees, more good deeds than bad, and a lifetime struggle with anxiety and depression that I seem to be winning.
Of course, many personal goals still remain unfulfilled--but hey, I've got a good 60 years ahead of me (knock on wood) to accomplish them. It's time for me to stop worrying about where my path winds and start enjoying the trip.
Again I'm writing to apologize for not writing. I haven't wanted to write anything positive, funny, or even informative lately. Everything I've started to write has focused around negative thoughts about life in general, and why would I want to burden you kind folks with such sappy BS?
In checking my stats lately, I've noticed some new visitors. If you haven't yet given me feedback, I'd really appreciate some--especially from the people who stop by in the middle of the night. Insomnia, anyone?
I must apologize to my regular visitors for the fact that I haven't been posting much lately. I'm really very busy, and I think I have a touch of writer's block brought on by exhaustion.
I do have posts swirling around in my head that I plan to write. For instance, I intend to begin working this week on my 30th Spirit Journey Formation Anniversary article, complete with goofy photos of young Robin (including every photo I can find featuring my hair in different colors, from black to its natural strawberry blonde). I'm also trying to put into words the things I've learned about myself during this year's Oh-my-God-am-I-really-turning-30-already introspection and freakout extravaganza.
So please, dear readers, keep checking the site. I appreciate your patronage and pledge to write more soon. In the meantime, for a good read, please scroll down and check out the sites and headlines to the left.
I realize it's been a while since I've posted anything to this blog. I haven't really been inspired to write, and nothing exciting has happened to me lately--not that I'm not busy as heck, mind you. You should see our calendar; nearly every other square in the month of March is filled in with some kind of appointment or reminder.
One appointment last week happened to be my annual gynecological exam and Pap test, which apparently now doesn't have to be annual. Since I'm (almost) 30 and have never had an abnormal Pap smear, I now only have to get scraped once every three years thanks to the infamous "they," who've changed the recommendations for cervical cancer screenings--great news for those of us who dread the little twinge. Although, I must say the nurse who examined me was the best I've ever had. I swear she took less than 30 seconds, I didn't feel a thing, and I was shocked when she said the pelvic exam was over. I almost felt gipped since didn't even have time to read the poster on the ceiling with the cute instructions on "How to make love without doing it."
