Return of the Blog

Hello, 17 people that read my blog.  It’s been awhile.  The last we left I was writing about running my first 5K and getting ready for summer to begin.  Well since then, summer has come and gone with nary the blog post.  I took trips to Niagara Falls and Catawba Island with Eileen, watched my youngest sister graduate from Kent State, shot even par for the first time in my life, experienced the most exciting end to a baseball season that I can remember only to have the other shoe drop immediately, have had two promotions at work, went through some difficult personal issues and ran another 5K to support one of my best friends’ dad and his fight with pancreatic cancer.  Unfortunately he just recently lost that battle – a great life cut much too short, but one that was certainly lived to the fullest. 

So it was a summer of ups and downs, but one to remember for sure.  So here I sit, rebooting the Losing Touch Blog after a very short hiatus.  It’s not like a long ’07-’13 Justin Timberlake hiatus, but more like the recent hiatus the Cleveland Browns have taken from losing football games.  I named this blog Losing Touch because of my ever-feared thought of becoming irrelevant to the times.  I’ve always tried to keep up on pop culture and current events and have vowed to never grow out of touch.  So writing this blog was one way to help me do that.  I will always be a child at heart; so growing older is not something I’m looking forward to.

But now I have a different reason to write this blog – to help remember what has happened in my life. It’s kind of like a digital time capsule.  Life is too short to start forgetting large chunks of time as you grow older.  It happened to me, I have very faint memories of 2003-2006.  Those were the college years, which most dub the best years of their life.  Well, I don’t remember much from mine and it’s not due to illicit acts.  I just think the brain has to do a memory scrub every so often.  Kindergarten to senior year of high school is fully engrained – but my brain right clicked and deleted most of my college memories.  After college, came an engagement, marriage, and house, which have built new lasting memories that I’ll never forget.

So I’m back on the blog circuit, archiving my memories digitally, ensuring that they will always be available.  It will be pretty cool to read these posts 10 years from now.  Hopefully then I will be reading about that time I finally got to celebrate that Cleveland championship, or how I bought the entire clubhouse a round after hitting a hole-in-one.  Most likely though, I’m just ensuring that people can make fun of me all over again for obsessing over Katy Perry’s song Roar.  There it is.  4 paragraphs into the return of my blog and a Katy Perry mention.  I would of put my money on Taylor Swift to be brought up first…and I would of lost.  Oh man, am I sure I really want to have you read this stuff?