My hosting fees are due over here. I mean…like, I’m already on borrowed time and I’m conflicted about what to do.

When I’m trying to figure stuff out, I generally write about it. So here we go.

I like having my own space on the interwebs. Cap City Moms has my heart, but this place is just for, well…me. I’m completely lame over here. Precious few people make the trek over here because I don’t actually post over here much anymore. You would think that would make things easy. I don’t use it…I shouldn’t waste my money.

And yet…I haven’t been able to trash it all and walk away.

This was the first place where I was me. I was a closet blogger until I made the jump over here and owned my voice. A little. Mostly. I put myself out there more. Learned how to come out of my shell in the smallest of increments. I still have a looooooong way to go. Which is probably why I can’t seem to say goodbye to Life of Jill.

I don’t think I’m ready to give this up.

Is that silly? Frivilous? Maybe.

And now I’ve talked myself out of it again. Is it worth the money? Is it just one more thing on the to-do list and another something to make me feel guilty? I’m…just not sure. Ugh.

I think I’m more confused and conflicted than I was before I started this post.

So…apparently I’m still deciding. I’ll let you know.

Oh, The Places You’ll Go

We have two graduating seniors in our family so we had a “Oh, the Places You’ll Go” party last night. Naturally. 

I mean, it was really just a contest to see who could keep it together the longest but with presents for the grads, so… 

This is all new territory in some ways. It’s pretty exciting and crazy and weird. It’s also hard. 

But we’re getting there.