On more than one occasion I have found myself apologizing for apologizing so much.
The word “sorry” finds its way out of my mouth a multitude of times daily. I hypothesize that it is a bizarre habit that I must have developed in utero, as I am fairly certain that I felt tremendous guilt turning my extremely pregnant mamma-bear into a gargantuan child-bearing furnace during one of the hottest summers of the 70s. (p.s. – I’m not kidding when I say I was an enormous baby. You should have seen her monstrous proportions. That poor, poor woman).
The more I consider it… yes, that makes perfect sense, that is where the habit must have developed. Regardless of its origins, I work on improving the behavior daily – out of necessity, really – as my constant use of the word “sorry” has started to really tick off those who love me.
Which brings me to my point: I took the summer off of blogging to work on a few other things, and I promised myself I would never again try to explain why there are sometimes eons between posts – or use the dreaded “s” word in such an explanation.
Instead, I will keep calm and carry on.
This summer in New England has beared little resemblance to what my poor preggo mother had to deal with back in the day. This summer’s weather has been cool and crisp. And New England has been filled with color.
Perfect for road tripping and photography practice.
I happily took advantage of the opportunity.