If you want it come and get it

No, I'm not sure I'd say that I'm back.  But I will say, it feels good to be home.  I have been blogging on and off for around 8 years.  That's a lot of my life gone to spouting off random stuff.  I find myself here, talking to an old, familiar friend, asking them what's next.  I don't mean to sound so philosophical but then I wouldn't be me if I didn't.  I waited a week to see if anyone had figured out that I was sorta "back."  Leslie found me.  I asked my other friend if she knew I had a blog.  She said yes.  I said well, I posted... Pretty sure the conversation ended after that.  Blogging is not what it used to be.  It doesn't necessarily inspire what it used to be for me.  I have Twitter (sorta) for that.  I do know, that words are just words, and over time, may actually mean nothing.  I guess it all depends on to whom.  And it all depends on if they define you and if you let them define you.  I used to feel like my blog defined me.  Then I shut it down and realized, I define me.  I define what happens and regardless of what I say here, I define me.  I don't get to read others deep thoughts without them knowing.  But I allow people to do that here (whoever is left out there) because at the end of the day, these are just words, written on just another day, in just another life. 

I'm 27 and I have pretty much everything.  These are just words here on my blog that define me today, not necessarily yesterday or tomorrow.  Just today.