So, here’s the thing about life. It gets in the way of all your best intentions of blogging. Pretty sure Ghandi said that. Or maybe it was Oprah. I don’t know, someone important anyway.
I’ve been wanting to write something for weeks. I kept thinking about it, and planning to do it, and trying to come up with something fun and entertaining with which to enthrall all of my many readers. (That would be all 12 of you that are left, but “Hi” to my 2 new followers . . . *waves exuberantly*!!) Yeah, but still I had nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Bubkis. It’s pathetic, really.
Lately . . . ok, not so very lately, more like in the last couple of years . . . I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. What path I should take. What career options I should pursue. What my future holds. Maybe I’m having a mid-life crisis or something. Who knows. But I have been swimming around in indecision and empty dreams for what seems like forever. And I can’t for the life of me find my footing and decide what it is I actually want out of this confusing and ridiculous life.
For a while, blogging was the answer. It was my therapy. My fun little outlet of anonymity in my otherwise dreary and demanding life. A chance to try out a new skill that I didn’t really know I possessed or enjoyed. Writing became a release for me, and I looked forward to posting silly, irreverent, snarky posts, full of satire and wit. At least, that’s what I tried to do. Whether I was successful in that endeavor or not is for you guys to decide.
But lately, even my fun outlet has become a chore. One more thing I feel like I have to force myself to do, in a list of a bajillionty things that must get done in my life on a daily basis. And sadly, it must remain last on the list. Maybe I haven’t been inspired enough to write. Maybe this endless and frozen winter zapped me of my desire and ability to be creative. Is my brain still frozen, even in this long awaited thaw of spring? Could that be it? Still, I have no answer. I wish I did.
I hope that I can return to my former crazy and snarky self at some point, and dive right back into the blogosphere as if nothing ever happened to delay me. But, unfortunately, I’m not there right now.
I mistakenly posted an old post a few weeks ago in my attempts to actually remove it from my site. Nobody has ever called me technologically savvy. When I did, I sent out a quick post telling everyone it was a mistake, and informing them that I would write a real post soon. But I didn’t. And I’m sorry. I guess this counts, but I’m sure it’s not what you all were expecting.
While this isn’t an “I’m quitting blogging” post, I don’t know what is going on with me and writing right now. I may get inspired tomorrow and have something brilliant for you. Or you may not hear from me for a while. But I wanted to at least check in and let everyone know what was going on. For all of you that miss me desperately. All 5 of you. And really, don’t you have better things to do than think about me? Go outside or something! It’s a beautiful day. Jeesh.
So for now, I bid you adieu. Hopefully a short adieu. To you and you and you. And in the immortal words of the Terminator . . .
Come with me if you want to live.