I know that you don't see me around here as often as you once did and that it might feel a bit like I have abandoned the ship, well that is not entirely true.
I don't take this old lug out on the river as much as I once did but I still make a point to get her out every so often, probably more than you know.
She is pretty reliable and has some guts to go with the experience that the newer ones might not have and that is worth something. You can't replace experience with anything other than experience.
If Laser Beams Shot From My Eyes
If Laser Beams Shot From My Eyes I would be a mass murderer. What a day.
- Can You Deliver A Heartfelt Apology While Juggling?
- The 132nd Best Posts About Blogging
- Bits And Pieces Of Life
- Too Much Information- The Girl in the Men’s Room
- The Greatest Posts You Have Never Read
- Who Is In My Tribe?
Back here or elsewhere to do some real writing, but first the gym.
A Path Only I Can See
There are days when I know I am traveling along a path only I can see. Don't care if it looks strange to others or if they wonder why I am zigging while they zag.\
I am not one of the sheeple who does as others because I fear looking foolish.Hell I have looked like a fool and even acted the part more than once.
It happens.
It is ok because I can only dance to the beat of the drums I hear. At night when the lights go out I have to be able to go to sleep knowing what I did and how I did it.
And I have to be able to feel good about that.
Most of the time I do. Most of the time I shut my eyes knowing that I did my best and even if I fell short I am good with it. Every now and then there are moments where I wonder if I could done things differently.
I don't particularly like those but they are a part of life and I defy people to say it never happens to them.
And now links to posts I wrote once upon a time. Some of these keep showing up in my stats so I wonder if they are linked somewhere and I just haven't found them.
Might revisit and review them at some point or not.
I am not one of the sheeple who does as others because I fear looking foolish.Hell I have looked like a fool and even acted the part more than once.
It happens.
It is ok because I can only dance to the beat of the drums I hear. At night when the lights go out I have to be able to go to sleep knowing what I did and how I did it.
And I have to be able to feel good about that.
Most of the time I do. Most of the time I shut my eyes knowing that I did my best and even if I fell short I am good with it. Every now and then there are moments where I wonder if I could done things differently.
I don't particularly like those but they are a part of life and I defy people to say it never happens to them.
And now links to posts I wrote once upon a time. Some of these keep showing up in my stats so I wonder if they are linked somewhere and I just haven't found them.
Might revisit and review them at some point or not.
Different Purposes
Just finished listening to A Day In The Life and have been thinking again about the blogs and what roles they play.
There is an argument to be made for not splitting my focus but there is also one to be said for continuing because they serve different purposes and there is value in being able to write as I want to.
So until I reach a point where I feel they take more than they give I'll show up when the mood is right and say what needs to be said wherever it is I may be.
There is an argument to be made for not splitting my focus but there is also one to be said for continuing because they serve different purposes and there is value in being able to write as I want to.
So until I reach a point where I feel they take more than they give I'll show up when the mood is right and say what needs to be said wherever it is I may be.
Alcohol and Blogging
This might be a night for talking about whether one should blog while drinking and then again it may be the time to put down the pen and the computer.
Good times.
Good times.
Maybe I'll Give Up
Maybe it is time let go and give up. Maybe that is all there is and all there will be. Thinking time.
How To Catch A Monkey
Stay tuned for the lesson about how to catch a monkey. It is quite the tale, but well worth it.
Pretend This Is Filled With Four Letter Words
I am frustrated and I feel a bit like the dude in the painting. Some people don't understand the distinction between editing for grammar and style.
If you can't explain why you are making changes other than you just think it needs to happen than maybe you shouldn't make them because you don't know what you are doing.
So I am taking a deep breath and not thinking about this. Not thinking about the people who say one thing and do another.
I am focusing on the silly like Fresh Balls. Actually, that stuff works but you probably don't want to know about that.
Don't mind working. Don't mind putting time and effort in. I do mind people getting in the way because they are too T%$@^$ETT$ to understand the problems they are causing.
Ok, I am better now.
If you can't explain why you are making changes other than you just think it needs to happen than maybe you shouldn't make them because you don't know what you are doing.
So I am taking a deep breath and not thinking about this. Not thinking about the people who say one thing and do another.
I am focusing on the silly like Fresh Balls. Actually, that stuff works but you probably don't want to know about that.
Don't mind working. Don't mind putting time and effort in. I do mind people getting in the way because they are too T%$@^$ETT$ to understand the problems they are causing.
Ok, I am better now.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)