Dear Blog,
I'm sorry to have neglected you, but I really didn't feel like writing in you for awhile. Part of it was sheer laziness...and I apologize for that. I'm still getting used to the fact that this was what I was meant to do...too many years of forcing myself do do jobs I wasn't meant to do have killed much of my motivation. Another reason is that I come home EXHAUSTED. Sometimes it's a physical exhaustion, but it's been an emotional one more often than not. When I get home, I really just feel like hiding away from the world. Everyone is too loud and too rude and too heartless...it rubs on my raw nerves.
But today I took a mental health day and got some things done so I feel mentally better. And that's why I've come back to you Blog...I haven't forgotten about you...hope you didn't forget about me. You're my last hope for sanity. Well, maybe not my last hope, but you're good for me so I have to pay a bit more attention to you. You'll be happy to hear that I'm planning to take a writing class...as soon as I can get my head wrapped around how to take an online class. Yes, our old friend Fear was slowing things down, but I think he's pretty much wandered off. Just wish these classes didn't cost so much, but I can afford two of them for now.
Well, time for bed. But you'll see me again soon. I recently visited the USS INTREPID (again) and the new 9/11 Memorial so I'll have to write about that and post pictures. Plus Blog, why the heck did Blogger change it's format? It took me 5 minutes to figure out how to get this new blog started! Oh goodness, I hope I can find the spellcheck button.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
When the words stop flowing...
In the morning, while I ride the Staten Island Ferry to the island of Manhattan, I think of 10,000 things that I can write about in this blog:
- Oh, that person is overly obese and is eating a donut so I'll write about how our fast and furious society is killing us with easy to eat food
- The bus driver was a real jerk today so I'll write about how the MTA is breeding lazy workers who don't care about people getting to work on time
- Man, I'm absolutely exhausted and need to get more sleep so I'll write about how we all need more sleep
- I'll just write complete nonsense cause that's what I feel like doing
- Bubblegum
Of course when I get to work, I don't have time to write in my blog (nor should I write a blog while at work but that's an entirely different story). 8 hours later and I start the commute home. When I finally do get home, I remember all those ideas but the emotion behind them has faded. My inspiration has disappeared. It's very frustrating. Being exhausted didn't help either. But today I had to write, even if it was about how I didn't feel like writing. I felt like I needed to write something (anything) down just to clear up the clutter in my brain. Just yawned now...I really do need some rest.
To make a long story short, I'm basically making myself addicted to writing things down. That's a good thing - it's forcing my brain to focus my thoughts from a bunch of ideas into words. It's very hard to do it at this very moment, but I think it's getting easier.
I see that I have a few followers (yay) and I thank you. I'll try to make these entries more exciting and your bribes will be arriving in the mail :).
- Oh, that person is overly obese and is eating a donut so I'll write about how our fast and furious society is killing us with easy to eat food
- The bus driver was a real jerk today so I'll write about how the MTA is breeding lazy workers who don't care about people getting to work on time
- Man, I'm absolutely exhausted and need to get more sleep so I'll write about how we all need more sleep
- I'll just write complete nonsense cause that's what I feel like doing
- Bubblegum
Of course when I get to work, I don't have time to write in my blog (nor should I write a blog while at work but that's an entirely different story). 8 hours later and I start the commute home. When I finally do get home, I remember all those ideas but the emotion behind them has faded. My inspiration has disappeared. It's very frustrating. Being exhausted didn't help either. But today I had to write, even if it was about how I didn't feel like writing. I felt like I needed to write something (anything) down just to clear up the clutter in my brain. Just yawned now...I really do need some rest.
To make a long story short, I'm basically making myself addicted to writing things down. That's a good thing - it's forcing my brain to focus my thoughts from a bunch of ideas into words. It's very hard to do it at this very moment, but I think it's getting easier.
I see that I have a few followers (yay) and I thank you. I'll try to make these entries more exciting and your bribes will be arriving in the mail :).
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