How is it

How is it that I've lost the motivation to write? I have all of these grand ideas in my head throughout the day. I typically think of them when I've been driving. But I can never think of anything when I've got the time to write. 

Here are a few options why: 

1. My keyboard no longer works on my computer and the thought of typing a wonderful blog on my phone makes me annoyed

2. I'm not as passionate as I thought I was. In which case I'm just a big Nancy Sally faker. 

3. I don't feel like I have anything good to say.

4. I feel like I'm too busy.

5. I'm actually too busy.

6. How many o's go in too busy?  1 or 2?

7. I don't love blogging as much as I force myself to think

8. I totally love blogging but am shying away from writing because I know I'm leaving. 

Man, I should/could write the best article about leaving. Man it's tough. It doesn't matter if you're going to paradise, a house a small Podunk town, or closer to family. Leaving is always tough. No matter what. Quitting things. Saying goodbyes. People letting you know they are envious of your travels or telling you that you are an idiot for leaving such a great place. 

Do you feel guilty about leaving? It's funny, because it makes you not want to talk about it. But you're so excited. You want to share the new places you'll go and things you'll do. You want to tell people what you'll miss and thank them for being such great friends. 

But instead you keep quiet about it. Dumb down your story so it's not exactly what it will really be like. Even moving to the tundra of Boston I kept my story short and simple. 

This weekend was a big bachelor weekend for Nicks best friend Dave. Guys came in to Charleston from all over including Tennessee, Georgia, New York, and Texas. All life long friends. They rented a big beautiful ocean front house on folly beach, which ended up being so cheap because there were so many of them. I went over this afternoon after work with the dogs and it was so fun. We tossed the football and frisbee, two of my favorite things, played with the dogs and cooked oysters and potatoes. I had the pleasure of sharing Nick and my plans with a lot of his friends and they were all so ridiculously happy. It was such a great feeling to have people excited about my next big move and so amped that their good friend will be closer to home. 

I think a large part of leaving is sadness. It's so sad to say goodbye. And even though people are happy for you, they are sad too, and that can easily come off as judgement or jealousy. I think I should add in some more thank you's and show my appreciation for some of these awesome friends that I've made instead of suddenly being upset that they are not reacting the way I originally might have thought they should. 

It's going to be great. A learning experience. A trial run. A great feat but also a humbling experience. Why do I even care what other people think. I know me, and this is what I need. 

Like the photos I added in there? Makes look cooler with photos ;) 

P.s. I must be lying when I talk about losing the motivation to write. Once I start I can't stop! My thumbs is burning!! 

One of my closest friends got us "the Royal flush" as a going away gift. Pooping in the woods has never felt so good and looked so classy.