Keeping Up With Friends in Faraway Places

I have never been a good correspondent. In fact, for weeks and even months at a time I will completely disappear from all accepted modes of communication...you may be able to catch me with a smoke signal although no one has resorted to that. Secretly, sometimes I don't answer my cell phone even though I really want to talk to the person calling. Lazy? I don't know...I guess maybe sometimes I feel like my life is so mundane, what would I possibly have to talk about? All my friends, phenomenal people that they are, seriously, are doing phenomenal things...art, dance, professional studies, etc. All I have going for me is that I live in Aspen and can snowboard outside my front door, literally. How does a chronic under-achiever begin to be interesting when outshone by the bright lights that are cast by others? A question I don't ask often, as I have accepted my lot in life, but when I do, is seriously depressing.
So, with that, I am now deciding to blog again. Not because I have overcome my social anxieties in any way, or that I have something really great to say or share, but because I have accepted that fact that no one would even know I am alive if I didn't put myself out there at least a little bit...