I miss the days when writing for the blog, or the older version of this blog was pretty much a necessity to me. The purging was good for me. I got to a point where I was unfiltered (or as unfiltered as I am capable of being on any given day).
Now, I struggle to put anything on here because I don't know what I want to write about and what I don't want to write about. I don't want this to turn into some kind of a confessional.
It's not meant to be.
I have been accused of sitting on the sidelines lately and I can't say that the assessment is wrong. I have witnessed quite a bit lately, and I've not been very good about pushing myself to be included in things, and as a result, I haven't.
And now, I suppose I have little to write about that is clever or funny or anything.
I think that I want to go out and do things and meet people, but I don't seem to be doing that. I blame my inability to say no to work, and other requests of my time that aren't too beneficial to me.
There are some readers whom I miss and I feel their absence when I tap the metaphorical mic of this blog asking "Is this thing
on? Is it?"
I think it's this particular time of year that makes me indecisive and a little mopey. The last two months of the year force reflection, and introspection and I don't have it in me this year.
I understand why people go on vacations at this time--to get out of their own heads.
I'd like to get out of mine. Any ideas how I can do that would be most appreciated.