Glancing at the calendar today, I was stunned to discover that yesterday marked reLYME's 2nd birthday, and I had failed to notice.
But that only makes sense considering reLYME has become like a stray doggy left by the side of the road since August. Sure, I've posted from time-to-time, but not enough to score a following--or any readers for that matter. And why should I?
I wanted to talk about the 10-month sabbatical I've taken from the Internetz. If you've visited this site at all before now, or if you follow me on Twitter, you might have noticed my absence. It's quite simple: I'm super busy! Well, that's the generic answer. It's more than that. Allow me to explain.
Since I was a little girl, I've always wanted one thing: to live in New York City. Well sure, my life's ambition has since childhood been to become a novelist, but I had hoped to accomplish this feat in the Big Apple. So, when I arrived, my life felt complete. I had an amazing circle of friends who made me laugh and encouraged me to strive for more than complacency. Plus, they took me on trips to Pinkberry or to Forever 21 for accessories! I also had a job that I loved, where I experienced a learning curve, but I loved the challenge. And, this was taking place from my apartment in the East Village. Life was good.
Until it wasn't.
Things started falling apart. My personal life was falling apart. It didn't seem fair. I had everything I'd ever wanted and yet felt like I had nothing that I needed. Personal health and family issues which I have never disclosed forced me to move home. And what choice did I have but to return to business as usual. I accepted a position in education, spent much-needed time with my family, worked on ME for once, bought a townhouse, and settled down with my dog, just us two.
Life is quieter now. There's absolutely no sound anywhere. Sounds peaceful?
How's a writer supposed to write without any inspiration? How's the creativity supposed to burn intently with such a silent spark? I haven't had a lot of time to shop, to spend on the web, to dilly dally in personal projects. But now, life is settling. Everything's settling.
I'm realizing what's important, what I care about, what matters. Are there more important issues in my life than the perfect shoe? Heck yeah, but that doesn't mean I will ever stop my quest for the perfect shoe...if such a mystic wonder exists. (Oh, please let their be a perfect shoe...two perfect shoes!)
So this summer is providing me with time to write, time to decorate my very own house. (And time to get my butt in shape, as it IS swimsuit season. Well, in Florida, it's ALWAYS swimsuit season.)
If I never gain another reader, fine. If I've already worn out my welcome, that's OK, too. All I know is that I have LOVED blogging here and I have loved the wonderful friendships I've made as a result of reLYME, even if we've lost touch over time. reLYME reminds me of happier times--of calling out people who don't quite know the purpose for Twitter or for taking photos every morning on daily booth, of writing all about a coveted piece of jewelry or pressing the 'Publish' button on a post I'd spent hours on.
And there it is in black and white. My lame excuse. If you stick with me, friends, I'm trying my best to make it up to you, as best as can be done from a very quiet, very simple Floridian location. xo!

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