It’s been almost a full month since I last checked in with this blog and I can’t explain how unhappy that makes me. I am basically good at multitasking and can take on a lot of different projects at once. But when it comes to sitting down to type – to open up my mind and heart – it just doesn’t come as easy. I find myself pushing it off: “I’ll do it tomorrow,” I ALWAYS says. The next thing I know, tomorrow is a month and I’m upset about it.

I love sitting down and sharing my thoughts, even if no one ever reads it. It feels cathartic. When I go too long without opening up, I start to feel blocked and anxious. I crave the release. After all, I am a writer.

Above all else, this blog is a way for me to stay in touch with friends and family at home and beyond. I have had a bunch of people tell me they like reading it to know where and am and what I’m doing. 

Unfortunately, life gets in the way. My job is unbelievably time consuming and, at times, demanding. I also have an almost OCD relationship with working out – I must do SOMETHING active everyday, usually a long walk with my dog Riley on the Strip. If a day goes by without it, I feel insane. There are also the sporadic yoga classes which I’m working on being better about attending – but more on that later. I’ve also been going hiking as much as possible but even that stresses me out sometimes. I find myself getting agitated while driving to the trail and wondering if there was something better I should be doing with my time. I’m always happy once I’m doing it by sometimes getting there is the hardest part. 

Aside from the work and workouts, there is weekly therapy (much-needed in this massively unbalanced city), research for an exciting new side project, impromptu road trips to LA, entertaining the ever-present (and much-welcomed!) out of town guests, phone calls with friends back East and, of course, many nights out. Too many? I’m trying to be better and stay home here and there, to catch up on the New Yorker, blogging and sitting still. It happens rarely. There is always something more fun, more interesting to do.

Plus, I’m still pretty new in town and meeting interesting people all of the time. Las Vegas is full of intriguing stories. I love hearing them all.

But I’m making the effort and doing the best I can. Hopefully soon I will find a routine that will give me some more free time. Hopeful but doubtful.

I just hope I can devote so more time to writing, opening up and slowing down, especially since it’s always what makes me feel the most balanced, calm and connected.