That's my problem of late.
When it comes to blogging, I've been telling myself that it'll have to wait. Because I've got laundry to do. Or I need a nap. I should really get outside. Or maybe I need to sit on the couch and catch up on my PVR'd Oprah shows.
But this is my passion. This is writing - for myself.
It's something I absolutely love to do. And something I can keep forever. Moments and memories and funny things I can remember - just by reading my written word. And it's something that I can pass on to Anna, too.
The other day, my Mom sent me a link to a blog that a guy my age, living in the city I live in, wrote. His blog was discovered and turned into a book. Now he's got the CEO of Chapters choosing his book as one of her favourites, and he's been on TV.
I remember thinking "That guy is me. That should be me." But it's not.
It ain't going to happen if I don't follow my passion.
So I'm dusting off the old laptop as Anna sleeps on my chest right now. And I'm going for it.
Even if it's just for me and Anna.