So I have stopped writing. Literally and figuratively. I went to browse Barnes and Noble killing time while Little was in dance and found some beautiful journals. I bought her one and was looking for some pens for us, then realized, I do not write anymore. My life revolves around technology -iPhone, iPad, laptop, desktop, and the piece I turn my nose up at, my pager. I type and click and even now, I blog using my text message function. I have surrounded myself with technology in an attempt to make my life easier and instead, I fill each hole with more tasks. But I have stopped writing, allowing my thoughts to enter and flee in random fashion without any remorse. I just let them go as quickly as they came. This is how I feel about running. I have stopped, totally stopped. No running or walking or Jazzercise or Biggest Loser or Wii. I refuse, adamently refuse. I do so like I am phobic to it and without knowing why.