Missing Blogger Found Two Years Later

This could be my headline for today—if my life was chronicled like a newspaper article. The lead-in might go something like this: “After a 22-month self-imposed hiatus, Danny Phillips was seen in front of his computer again, presumably hammering out a new blog post. While the motivations for his sudden re-interest were unclear, visual observations of the author indicated the first signs of a few gray hairs and an unsettling proximity to 200 lbs…”

Man, I can’t believe I’ve slacked off for two years. I can remember why I stopped posting—a killer work schedule got the better of me—but once things returned to normal, I couldn’t get back into the flow. I’ll be turning 32 later this week, which has caused me to reflect a bit, and I can remember how good blogging made me feel. In some ways, I think that writing gives me the ability to reassemble the jumbled mass of thoughts in my head into some useful ideas.

Of one those ideas was that I should stop holding out and join Facebook, which I did yesterday. Yes, it felt kind of noble resisting the Evil Social Network for as long as I did. I kept telling myself that if my friends really wanted to share something with me, they would just have to pick up the phone and call me, or send me an actual email. And that happened on occasion. But since I was the only one on the outside looking in, no one had to play by my rules. After a while, it got old getting updates about my friends from my wife, who was already plugged into Facebook.

So here’s to my new leaf: the one I’ve denied, ignored, cursed, and finally, turned over and accepted. I feel much better now.