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2 years of silence

I have noticed I have not been writing a lot, for almost two years on this blog. I have no idea what stopped me from  putting my figures to a keyboard, but as I am typing this I am starting to remember that feeling again. I am also still trying to examine the almost two years, looking for a blame other than me being lazy.

It's amazing how many things have changed though in two years. Almost all my friends are on the path to being married or are married. People have left and moved on. Jobs have changed and new challenges have been accepted. It is truly amazing.

As far as me, I have changed a position at my job and have been doing some work that I can truly be proud of and love doing. My life seems to be the same, and only once in a while does it feel stagnate. I still have not moved nor found the scenery that would just lock me down and give me the feeling of never leaving. I guess that may still come. As I think about it now, I am still in my late twenties and need to venture into my thirties. That right there is a lot of time for a human, even though two years passed over me like a blink. As Einstein has stated time flows differently for each person. I also think this plus the fact time flows differently at different times for each person.

Other than work not much has changed except a constant relationship. This has been taking some use to, and I may never be use to it. Who knows what is in store for that part. As far as this blog, I do know one thing; typing these few lines has felt great. I guess I need to get back to this. Go back to my coffee place or my hiking and try to get back to my writing. That is a solid block in my personality and not focusing on that can cause some foundation issues.

Well I guess I am done with entry, I actually had a plan to write something else, but I'll save that for the next writing.

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