Yes, apparently it is.  Blogging has taken a real back seat for me lately.  I've been working in a mailroom, which involves a lot more rushing around than I'm used to.  I enjoy the work more than most other jobs I've done, but when I come home the last thing on my mind is blogging.
The past year has been a real test for me.  I went from one job I didn't like into one that started well but quickly went to hell.  My cat, the Moosh, passed away, and I went through four months of unemployment.  I made a commitment to being positive, and found that promise harder and harder to keep.
This should have been a great year for me - Violet and I celebrated our second year as a married couple, and I launched not one but two novels.  Today, my niece Imogen turns 2.  Plus, I have an adorable kitten.  And there's finally a live-action Transformers movie (I've seen it three times, so far).  There's not a whole lot to be miserable about.
I've read The Secret and many books like it, and have seen evidence that positive thoughts can change a person's world for the better.  So why is it so hard for me to be positive?
Today started badly - I was in a horrible mood, for no obvious reason.  I spent my writing time just staring at my notebook, not even wanting to open it.  Then, as the day wore on, I started to feel better.  Then I felt depressed that I let myself fall so far.
This is the challenge for me, for this stage of my life.  I have all the tools I need to conquer my sadness.  I just need to learn how to use them.
Woah.  I didn't intend for this post to get so depressing when I started - I just wanted to do a simple update.  I promise my next post will be more uplifting, and fun.