Everything is. My job: wonderful. My family: bigger. My fiancé.... fiancé. I have a fiancé. I have a fiancé? Fiance. My body, my strong, resilient body. My 26-year-old skin. My ever-swollen feet. None are what they used to be and I think that might be ok, (which is also different). It's not that blogging became less important, and it's not that I'm too busy....
