Less talkin', more rockin'
There’s nothing like life getting in the way of a perfectly good life.
In my case, it’s my work life, getting in the way of my blog life. Over the last few months, I’ve been preparing myself for Bitch-Fest 2012, and knowing that, although no one I work with would necessarily read it, there’s always that chance. No sense in cutting off my nose to spite my face. Right? (And does anyone really get what that means? It mostly sounds like a gross concept that would scare my boys and guarantee that no one in the house had a good nights’ sleep for a week or so.)
I’ve recently come to the realization that: A. whatever bugs me is largely my own damn fault, and B. shut up and get on with life.
I realize that what I’ve written only really makes sense to me, and maybe my wife, but the important thing today is that I’m actually writing. I’m making words appear where there were none. And while I haven’t been happy with the lack of words coming out of my mind, onto my keyboard, and into the webz, I have been complacent enough to let things go on.
Complacent. Satisfied. Content. Happy enough.
While I have the regular laundry list of reasons (which you’ll no doubt read about as I get the dust blown out my joints and really get to typing) none of them really matter.
Yes, I’ve let life get in the way of a perfectly good life.
I let work take precedence. I let troubles at home take over. I let my kids become a handy excuse. I fall back on my health (or lack thereof) as a reason. I let general BUSY-NESS stand in the way.
And a little of it is that I want to write about things that could bite me in the a$$, now or later. The truth is that I can hold off those topics until I have sturdier underpants. There’s plenty of life fodder to attack.
I’m back from the dead. Which may explain the foul smell, seeing as how I’m no Jesus Christ.
Guess I’ll take a shower, and then get back to writing.
Thanks for your patience!
