Let me tell you something...
Death is exhausting. That's one thing I never anticipated. I have never been so emotionally exhausted as I have been this past year and I think that's reflected in this blog. I have little motivation to do things I did before my mom died, including talking about my life. And blogging is dying (or dead), easily being replaced by Instagram as we share so much already through photos and trips and everything else we would have shared on our blogs.
Except I don't share them on Instagram because I forget or I want to save it for the blog.
I have hundreds of photos on my laptop that I've said, "I'll put them up on the blog," and never do because I can't seem to find the words to go along with them. Again, exhausted.
So maybe it is what it is. I'll put up photos and minimal words. I'll give you glimpses inside The Washington Ballet without the fear of sharing too much (there is that worry I'll somehow overstep my bounds, hence a lot of silence about the company and school on my end). I won't care about the death of blogging because, in the end, I never really cared about numbers in the first place.
I have some really exciting news that will make your heart squeal.