Once upon a time, I could write four or five blog posts in one sitting, and have them scheduled out over a couple of weeks. Now, on Mondays, I realize at 5.00pm that I have no post written or scheduled, and I take photos for my weekly photography project, mere hours before my Thursday is over.
Once upon a time, I replied to blog comments as soon as I got them. Then, it was once a week. Now, I am three whole weeks behind, and I have no idea if I can ever catch up (for that, I am sorry. I do read all your comments, and I appreciate each and everyone of you taking time out to do so.)
Once upon a time, I cooked dinner every night. Now, my husband is lucky if he gets a hot meal (don’t worry, the children do get fed) twice a week.
Once upon a time, I did yoga. Now, my yoga mat sits neglected, stashed in a cupboard somewhere so I don’t have to feel guilty looking at it.
Once upon a time, I made my bed. Now, er….
Once upon a time, I turned in my freelance articles two to three days ahead of time. Now, I scramble every week to get them in by deadline.
Once upon a time, I worked well under pressure. Now, I just work under pressure.
Once upon a time, I was funny. Now…. hey, wait, I can still be funny, because Huffington Post Parents loves my tweets.
Once upon a time, I read 300 blogs a week. I know, once upon a time, I had too much time on my hands. Now, I read a couple a day, if I can manage it.
Once upon a time, I was active on Twitter, and had some awesome chats there. Now, I use it sporadically and I’m shocked I have over 43,000 tweets, despite my lack of attention to it (maybe I tweet more than I know? Once upon a time, I paid attention).
Once upon a time, I had a second Twitter account, in case I got thrown into Twitter jail (for tweeting too much in a short period of time – do they even do that now?). Now, I can’t remember the login password.
Once upon a time, I went out of the house after dark. Now, I am fighting sleepiness by 9.00pm.
Once upon a time, I talked on the phone, mostly voluntarily. Now, I hate it. I procrastinate if I have to use the phone to talk to anyone.
Once upon a time, I could run 5 miles easily. Now, I can barely walk 10 steps without my hips hurting (though yes, I am 29+ weeks pregnant). Check back with me on this next year.
Once upon a time, I could count on my hair looking the way it should. Now, I’m lucky if I don’t look like Cousin It.
Once upon a time, I thought 35 was old. Now, I’m looking forward to 40 being the new 30.
What has changed for you over the past couple of years?