I have a funny feeling there are about 3 people who still remember this blog even exists, but….. Optimism, right?
I wanted to offer my apologies for completely blowing off this blog for over six months. Writing has nnnot been at the top of my priority list. Instead, I was running here and there, engaged in various community activities. I was attempting to live my life, as opposed to writing about my life.
Guess what? I miss writing more than I would have expected, a point driven home for me when I wrote something recently. I’ve been storing content over the past year or more, so I will be posting it, as long as it is still relevant, appropriate and reflective of my current mindset.
Hang on to your hats because some of this is rather intense. I’ve had quite the year.
Four years. I’ve been doing this for four years. Though I’d like to say I’ve been a dedicated and consistent blogger, that is definitely not true.
It this blog were to be represented by a geometric shape, it would have 3 sides of about equal length to illustrate the first 3 years, then a truncated line on the fourth, making it a trapezoid.
Thanks to my readers for sticking with me throughout the insanity. I don’t promise for sanity to suddenly blossom forth, but I do promise to share every last bit of the insanity. Look at it as a car crash you are not only allowed to gawk at but in fact encouraged to ogle.
Months. Far too many months. Fortunately, I did not make any promises about posting regularly since they would have been broken. Into tiny slivers.
I now know why I wasn’t writing – to preserve what little mental stability I had left. Writing this blog is intense because in trying to live up to my commitment of sharing the good, the bad and the ugly, I not only have to unearth buried emotions, but I then must turn over rocks to study what’s beneath. I don’t mind physical worms and slugs. The emotional ones, on the other hand, aren’t fun. Barely keeping it together, examining the unpleasant wasn’t a wise move.
I’m better now. Not great, not fixed and definitely not at my best. Just better.
I did learn one very valuable lesson. A bad therapist can make it so much worse. That was last summer and early fall. A good therapist, in contrast, helps, not in any miraculous way, but subtly. I found the good therapist in December.
Over the past few months, I did do some writing. For now, I’m going to post something new each week and pull out something old as well.
[Note: Apparently the new blogger interface and I have issues and as a result, this was not published on July 1st which was my intent. Ooops.] Last year in my anniversary post I wrote: do blogs have “terrible twos”? Guess we’re going to find out. We now have our answer that yes, in deed, this particular blog endured the terrible twos characterized by lack of entries caused by me being flaky. I could promise to be more dedicated especially since public proclamations like that increase the chance of the thing actually happening. but, well, I’m not really sure why I haven’t been posting meaning a solution is out of reach. And then there’s my anger. Recently I have been getting in touch with my rage at the world. I suspect the next year of this blog is going to be….. interesting. I’ll leave you with a question: What’s problematic about name tags and online groups that require pictures to gain and maintain access?