Can we please not even mention anything about the fact that I haven't posted a blog in over a year?
Oops, there, I did. I already mentioned it. Not going to make excuses. I've experienced a phenomenon where the more time that passes without writing, the harder it is to write. Something. Anything. As time goes by the more I feel like I have to explain, or have some reasonable excuse. Expectation ~ my own, my friends, the unknown public ~ stifles all impulse to tap these sexy little laptop keys on anything other than facebook. And maybe Sephora.com.
Not to blame anyone, but I know where it began. In my very first post here (four whole posts ago...wow, impressive!) I talked about "going public" and blogging for a wider audience. BIG MISTAKE, in a lot of ways. First there's the self-created performance anxiety. Typically I can get the hell over that all by myself no problem. Friendly advice thrown in with meeting people who wrote actual, "real" blogs (and an awesome one at that) combined to create a severe lack of follow through. If you only knew how many posts I wrote in my head this past year...so much wasted entertainment...moment of silence for the lost blogs...
ANYWAY, it was suggested if I wanted to be taken seriously as a blogger I had to write, like, alllllllllllllllllllllllll the time. Or on some sort of regular basis. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, nooooooooo! EXPECTATIONS! Rules! Yikes!!! I was encouraged to research other blogs. Someone pointed out to me that my writing is great - if you're someone who knows me well. I realized I needed to stop writing just for my friends and family. OK, all reasonable suggestions and actually do-able.
You mean, work?
That brings us here, kinda I guess. And let me tell you something. I have no plans to be taken seriously as a serious blogger. Seriously. I have no agenda. I will not be making promises to blog at certain time intervals; that just smacks of a New Year's resolution. We know how those usually turn out. Yeah, I thought about it a lot and ohmygodcanyoubelieveit I really just want to write for fun. For me. And maybe for you a little bit too.
But only if you don't give me any crap about having to wait (and wait, and wait) to hear what I have to say next. That day may never come. For all you or I know this could very well be the only thing I post until the next time Haley's Comet comes around. Or double asteroids hit.