My Hat is a Piano
The metaphorical piano has fallen on our heads this week.
Even though our piano is not related to my children, I immediately thought of that post by my friend Amy, and how she compared her experience to a falling piano. Two weeks ago, I would have said about the same thing at a cocktail party (“We’re in a great place!”). Now, my answer would be a bit different.
It’s so true that there has been a lot of good at our house lately. As intense and scary as this life can be, I’m forever amazed – and blessed – by the amount of good out there. But my family has some challenges ahead. We’ll be leaning heavily on the good to get us through the not-so-much.
I’m not writing this to elicit sympathy or do the equivalent of vague-booking. You know what that is, right? When you write some vague, whiny Facebook status and wait for your online friends to start begging for more information. No, that’s not what I’m doing here.
Rather, I know that many of the people who read this blog regularly are more than just blog readers to me. We’ve struck up friendships offline, or in cases where geographical distance is an issue, we’ve resorted to emails, texts, and phone calls. So while I can’t go into details just yet (I don’t own this story outright), I wanted you to know why I’ve been quiet. Why I’ll continue to be kind of quiet.
If it’s possible, I’ve been even worse than usual about responding to comments and certainly haven’t done a lot of reading or commenting elsewhere. Granted, I hate that I-read-you-you-read-me game. And yet… I do love to read and comment on and share your writing. I’ll be back to it as soon as possible. But for now my focus is on my family and making sure we have plenty more good to look forward to.
I don’t plan to disappear (like the unplanned, unannounced blogging hiatus of 2011); I just know myself well enough to know I’m not going to be completely present in this space. I’m very busy removing the piano from my head.