In my head, I always imagined this post to be analogous to shouting down an abandoned well. I was going to start out this post with a picture of tumbleweed.
Instead I chose to highlight my own ambivalence. After all, this space is less about the blog than it is about what goes on in my head. Thus, I've depicted what it feels like in my head.
Stop and go. At the same time. Go! Er, I mean . . .
You see? It can be a bit confusing.
See, I have the best intentions for this space, but it always seems to go wrong. I've discovered lots of neat things online, and I've been able to capture my thoughts (like here and here), but blogging seems to be taking a very distant back seat. Why?
Don't answer that.
See that was a trap. A blogging trap. Writers do that to include readers in their story. I don't want you involved in my story. Or, at least, not this first entry back. It always feels like the tin man . . . sans singing, emotional issues and the joyous posse.
Don't fall into the trap. Let me just get this out my system.
You see, the ambivalence grew out of a seedling of distraction watered by a gardener of expectation. Personal and interpersonal. Thanks to the loyal reader around New Brunswick, NJ who continues to visit. And a huge thank you to my friends in Europe and South America that tuned in while I abandoned the blog.
As a side note -- my blog was only about 2 years old, if you count the blog transplant as a "my dad got a new job and dragged me and the family along with him" move. What happens if you abandon a child at the age of 2? I think there might be more consistency in blog writing if it was considered a new generation of myself. A part of me living on, sort of. Hmm, maybe it would just be motivating because of the punishment, rather . . . you know, punishment rather than reward. Something to think about.
Anyway, not sure if it's going to be another 4 months before another one of these goes up, but the urge presented itself so I pounced.
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