I write in a lot of places. And for a long time, I thought I didn’t have anything else to put
on paper on the Internet. I stopped posting on my former blog more than two years ago (I seriously can’t believe it’s been that long) and I’m missing that outlet. So here I am.
I haven’t shared this link with many people. Odd, because I don’t have a bit of stage fright when it comes to sharing my writing with others. I think a blog is like a relationship – you need to get a feel for each other before you can decide how you want it to evolve. Huh, that might be the first really good analogy I’ve ever made.
It’s also about time. I tend to put too much pressure on myself to post on a certain schedule. Then it becomes a chore. And who wants another chore? I want this to be a little journal. A reflection of what my life at the time my fingers are tapping the keys. Sometimes that’ll mean a lack of writing.
Right now, my constantly-being-revised to-do list is 14 points long. I have a scheduled day off next week that I think I’m going to have to cancel because work is full tilt. And despite that, I’m going to move heaven and Earth to make sure I leave early on Friday to be at big brother’s school Christmas party.
I’m tired, but you won’t hear me complain (loudly anyway). I picked this life and it’s perfect for me. I always wish I could do more or be better (and that includes writing), but what’s the fun of going through life if you don’t have any way to challenge yourself?